>>18268461http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LAFAtfrWz4QHexcalibur is practically rattling in your grip now, desperately swinging himself aimlessly to get a slash at Tiernum's heart, "YES, YES! FEED MY BLADE ONCE MORE, PRINCE CALMÉ! I THIRST FOR THE FATTY'S CORPUSCLE, IT IS THE ONLY THING THAT CAN APPEASE ME!"
To our lovely protagonist, this is the lone flaw of his sword, he's too engrossed in the unethical ethics of blood and gore to contain his urgent and sudden needs for physical pleasure, a satanic sadist in his own right, a ghost from the deepest reaches of hell that can do nothing but slice and dice without second thoughts about who the targets are.
You fear that Hexcalibur will get you into trouble one day.
"Hexcalibur, calm down, we'll get the carnage soon! Normally I don't say such things, but Tiernum is a different story, I wish to kick him with all my force out the window for the things he may have done to Seré!"
"BUT I THIRST, I HUNGER, I LUST, GIVE ME THE BLOOD WHICH MY IRON HEART DESIIIIIIIIIRES!" on his own free will, Hexcalibur starts swinging more vividly, his voracious appetite at its complete peak.
"Hexcalibur, wait!"
"I CANNOT...THIS WHOLE TIME, THIS DAY, THIS WEEK, I'VE WAITED FOR TRUE BLOOD, CHOCOLATE SHALL NOT DO... I MUST....
I MUST CUT AND APPEASE MY MASTER, PRINCE CALMÉ, I DO THIS FOR YOU!"The ghostly sword lets out a piercing battle cry, it's quite possibly one of the most diabolical things you've ever heard someone--let alone any creature ever utter.
Hexcalibur wraps his blue cloth arm around our hero. 