[ He nods to the kid once he's backed up, then moves to crouch in front of the bush, leaning in to reach carefully through the leaves for whatever is hiding there. After a minute his hand closes around something, something almost familiar in his grip - a handle of some sort? - and he starts tugging. It takes a bit of force, but soon enough he's got it pulled free, stumbling back.
He's a bit surprised when he finds himself holding onto a sword. Bigger, heavier than any weapon he's handled, he lets its point rest against the ground, adjusts his grip on the handle. ] What the hell was that doing in there?
[ He looks to Walter, making sure he didn't hurt himself while he was trying to pull it out. No need for that to happen. ]
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He's a bit surprised when he finds himself holding onto a sword. Bigger, heavier than any weapon he's handled, he lets its point rest against the ground, adjusts his grip on the handle. ] What the hell was that doing in there?
[ He looks to Walter, making sure he didn't hurt himself while he was trying to pull it out. No need for that to happen. ]