We are dropped into the middle of nowhere. Survive.

"I know I'm not," I say, gripping the brighter sword, "Why would I just be standing here?"

Excadrill: “Umm, I think you forgot someone”

"Uh-huh," I say, "I have swords for a reason."

"It was still sheathed," I say in an icy tone, my hand resting on the darker sword.

“That reason being” realises that you are looking at me