>Smirk a bit. She always was amusing.
>Well, Patchy's busy, so Koa will have to do. So let's pull her off to the side, so as to not disturb Patchy.
>"Koa, this Glaive here has some sort of magical trait, but it's been so long that I've forgotten. I need it examined so I know what it can do, and since Patche is busy with her magic, you are the next best things. Being her familiar and all."
>Let's pull out the Glaive and pass it to Koa.
>Motioning to one side, Koakuma nods, and you fly a bit to the left, between a pair of bookcases.
>Other familiars you've known would be insulted at being considered 'the next best thing' to their master, but not Koakuma. No shame in being second best to a mage as talented as Patchy, and she knows it. She merely accepts the weapon and holds it out before her in both hands.
>After only a few seconds, she nods her head and mutters, "Demonic chill. This glaive strikes with abyssal ice."
>That jogs your memory. Round about the end of the 18th century, you ran afoul of a particularly aggressive vampire lord from an African country, Egypt, you believe it was. He had three elite vampire progeny as his guards, and each wielded an enchanted glaive, empowered by the vampire's hellish magics. One struck with flame, the second with lightning, and the third, this one, with icy chill. That fight was actually very taxing. Your vampiric powers surpassed theirs, but they were better at armed combat than you. It took a great deal out of you to defeat them, and only this weapon of the three glaives survived. If you're honest, it was a bit of luck that their sire fled the field after seeing his guards defeated. Had he pressed the attack, it would have been difficult indeed to best him.