Steelmind didn't understand much of what was going on, but he understood enough to know that he had fallen into some sort of trap. The Sword God knew exactly the type of sword that was going to be made, and he had not a worry in the world that it might end up doing something horribly bad.
"Slayers…" Steelmind said with a grunt. "What is that?"
"Just something we call our group," the Sword God said. "A group that cares not for the war or its participants and is only on the lookout for themselves. We crave nothing but power, and we're willing to slay anyone who keeps it from us."
He pointed at Steelmind with his sword. "Anyone."
"Dear lord!" the burly man next to him let out an exasperated sound. "Can you not go around telling everyone who we are? What's the bloody point of a secret organization if you're not gonna bother keeping it a secret?"
"What?" the Sword God turned around. "Like I said, he's gonna die."
"And who's going to kill him?" the man asked.
