The shard in Jamie's hand spits and sparks even as he says it, but that - and the faint pain that comes along with it - is an old and familiar sensation, something he's gotten used to in the year and a half he's been here. But he's also used to fighting the demons that come out of the rifts, and when he sees how Prompto's armed, a faint frown winds up crossing his face.
"Sure you are, though? A dirk'll not do much against some of those beasties that'll be coming through." His eyes flick down to the sword in his hand, considering the weapon for a moment before turning it around hilt first and offering it to the other man. "How are you with one of these?"
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The shard in Jamie's hand spits and sparks even as he says it, but that - and the faint pain that comes along with it - is an old and familiar sensation, something he's gotten used to in the year and a half he's been here. But he's also used to fighting the demons that come out of the rifts, and when he sees how Prompto's armed, a faint frown winds up crossing his face.
"Sure you are, though? A dirk'll not do much against some of those beasties that'll be coming through." His eyes flick down to the sword in his hand, considering the weapon for a moment before turning it around hilt first and offering it to the other man. "How are you with one of these?"