[i]I don't remember if I described Remy's main weapon, so I'm going to do it now. Held in both of his hands was the leather-wrapped cruciform of his greatsword, the leather crunching slightly as he tightened his grip. The steel blade - which shone faintly in the sunlight that coated the area the two were in - was a good 5.9 feet long, or 70.9 inches, right below six feet. Further, the sword was decently interesting, the cross-guard alone being an eye-catcher, made out of steel and about half an inch thick, shaped like two dragon heads. In the blade itself, several words were inscribed, one being the most notable. Nam sanctus dominus, in Latin. For the Holy Lord. Anyhow, the knight nodded rather than bowing, his hands moving the sword so that one edge of the blade was resting against his left shoulder. He stepped forward at the same time, and in one fluent, hard motion, he swung swung downwards, diagonally -- yet it wasn't overly fast or hard, since he wasn't throwing all his strength behind it, nor his weight. He didn't want to accidentally kill his waifu.[/i]