As Tougyu's scythe connected with the shadow and sent it back to wherever the hell it had come from, the sound of sudden, ominous laughter behind him made him whirl around to face the threat in vain. Even if he was fast enough to raise a guard, he had no weapon with which to do so and he of all people knew there was no blocking a strike from his weapon. Even without the upgrades, the blade and chain would have done enough damage to ensure his death through blood loss.

So just as he prepared himself to face death, he was shocked when he saw a streak of light slam itself right into the shadow's chest, dispelling it with one last eerie, high pitched keen.

And as the sword fell to the ground and embedded itself into the stone, he stared at it with the strange acknowledgment that it belonged to Sora.

Of course it would be a sword, she was a knight after all.