The ring of his blade being drawn from its scabbard had become like a musical instrument to him. It was what had kept him sane throughout there exploits in EverWorld – what would they have done without it there to protect them?
He tried to remember the times when they were defenseless, but it was difficult to bring the memories to the surface of his mind.
With a sweeping motion of his arm, the sword cut through the Hetwan before him. David sighed as he looked around at the hundreds of bug-like aliens around them.
"One down, thousands to go."