Crescent held the amazing broadsword in his hoof, it was big for his taste and seemed more suited to two hooves, but the amazing quality was unarguable. He closely examined the razor sharp obsidian edge reinforced with dragon bone and found it to be the only sword he had seen so far who's edge rivaled his own blade Night Fire, a magic resistant falchion made of sky steel. He held the weapon by the handle with his hoof and gave it a few swings testing the balance. The dragon bone gave the sword an unprecedented lightness and the balance was as close to perfect as he had seen. He examined the runes next, he only recognized a few, but from what he could tell they were wards that allowed the blade to be resistant to most magics as his own was and additionally to protect the blade's durability so it would not need to be sharpened as often as usual. He held the blade with admiration whoever made this weapon was one of the most masterful smiths to ever grace the land of equestria if the sword was even from this world. He looked at the undead Griffin ruler and held the weapon for him to take it back. "It is as fine a weapon as I've ever laid eyes on. I would like you to hold on to it until I complete this ordeal. I could never use a blade i havent familiarized myself with in battle. I would need time to perfect my technique with such a different sword than my own." Crescent saw the others heading down to the arena. "Shall we? oh actually i have one more question, well two actually. well no three. Im curious about the blade's history. I havent seen one as glorious in actual combat capability as my own, Night Fire, in all of equestria. I would very much like to know it's name, and who made it and how." He spoke as he made his way to the descending corridor