"C," he says, "or V. I don't care, you can pick."

ctsv drops onto her knee once he's let go and, seeing that they're probably not going to fight anymore, sits down with a huff. He keeps his swords out, but crosses them over his knees so that he can fold his arms over his chest.

"And they're not bad swords," he says. "I could cut you open if you weren't five thousand times my size."