"Count Roland smites upon the marble stone;
I cannot tell you how he hewed it and smote;
Yet the blade breaks not nor splinters, though it groans;
Upward to heaven it rebounds from the blow.
When the count sees it never will be broke,
Then to himself right softly he makes moan;
'Ah, Durandal, fair, hallowed, and devote,
What store of relics lies in thy hilt of gold!'"
-From The Song of Roland
(Translated by Dorothy Sayers, Viking Penguin, NY, NY, 1957)
While it may not seem connected, and is in fact it isn't, I find the name quite amusing to use. So there. No reason at all beside my own amusement.
Backyard
not!Homura: Yes. When Mistress no longer needs my services. She has already proven much from my separation from her being this long.
Roof
Homucifer: (Clarice) That could make you the romantic cop, the psychotic supporter, or the foolish judge.
(Fen, looks out at the woods for several seconds before speaking) ...did I give you a good fight, at least?
The damned queen and the relentless knight.To define a meaning to something that they don't understand, to create a definition and to create lores and stories revolving legends and great heroes. Humans, practically turned it into an artform.
It is definitely poetic in a way, regardless of the actual, factual truth. Still, I find it ironic that in my quest for knowledge and truth, I fascinates myself with legends and myths.

And you're thinking about... what's going to happen to you?
It's a sword, right?