he picked up the blade and when he did he could feel the experiences of all it´s past wielders, at first one or two but then others came in a flood and he drowned it in.

she saw her friend stepp into the battle, and it was more like a choreographed dance then a battle as he cut thru his opponents.
finally when done he came over to her and offered her his hand to help her up.
"that was amazing Tyren. when did you learn to fight like that?"
"i´m afraid your friend isnt here at the moment." he answered her. "i am Aswan the avatar of the blade. i am guiding the form while it´s owner recovers."