Blood Tiger
John stared at the ancient sword embedded into the tree. Despite giving off an ancient aura, there was no rust or damage to the sword, at least on the portion visible to John.
"Did you notice anything while inspecting it?" John asked Adam.
Adam had been intensively inspecting the sword while he had been fighting Mark. After everything John had seen regarding Adam so far, he was starting to trust his judgement more and more on things such as this.
"Nope. I didn't detect any formations or any danger coming from it," Adam replied confidently.
John nodded his head and stepped towards the sword. His hand reached out, and firmly grasped its hilt as he tried to pull it out of the tree.
"Gahhhhhhh!"
John cried out in pain and fell to his knees, desperately struggling against the sword.