The whirlwind instantly was bathed by a raging fire. This was something that not even the red robed kid could comprehend. From his expression, it was evident that he wasn't sure if this was his own sword. I guess that it hasn't displayed such prowess from the day he got it.
The air got hotter and hotter. After a few clinking sounds of metals, the whirlwind turned back into its misty form as the temperature decreased.
I didn't know what had happened but I couldn't feel the red broadsword anymore.
Aha hah hah hah!
Pearls of laughter soon were heard before Mad Dance figure came out from within the whirlwind. In her hands, there were two weapons. On one hand the red broadsword and on the other an almost colorless bow.
Behind her, the sword that was always sheethed into its scarbbard, was now floating freely like it was protecting her.