Blaze Grasped the sword and pulled it free of the stone that it was embedded in. The sword was obviously real; Blaze could practically see the waves of power coming off of it. His original plan was to destroy this weapon of evil but logic prevailed. He remembered a bit of wisdom that one of his few friends had given him, a long time ago. The tool does not make the man evil, only how they use it.
"So, Pandemonium, I guess I will be taking you with me. I have a life sucking witch to deal with," Blaze said, adopting a quieter, more friendly tone.
Blaze winced as a sharp pain appeared in his hand.
"Was that really necessary?" Blazed asked Pandemonium in a slightly annoyed tone.