My sword, for you
Valor stood rigid with tension, his gaze was on Belialthorn like an eagle to prey. His slender form was like a coiled spring or a snake, eyes burning red.
Greylord wanted to speak but Kat clearing her throat made him stop and instead choose to watch like the others.
"The what?" Belialthorn asked.
Now that he had blurted it out and turned all attention to himself, Valor flushed. Red heat crawled to his cheeks until they glowed. Valor hadn't felt himself so flustered, so unsure and uncertain before in his life.
Doubt licked at him once again but he steeled his spine, he had already made his decision. He would stand by it. He called slv and it floated around him, liquid silver. He molded it into a sword and went down on his knees. "My sword for you, Belialthorn."