If her face was flushed before, it's bright red now. Sheena sputters, wanting to hide her face, or maybe just punch him so he stops laughing. "I said not to laugh!" she says, a touch desperately.

The flash of ether of his sword appearing is bright enough to blind her for a second, which is at least a little distracting, if not quite enough to drown out how hard he's laughing. The weight of the sword falling into her hand is more than she'd expected, and she has to bring her other hand up to grasp it so it doesn't fall. This is the least effective weapon she's ever held, but the power running through it really does feel like a muted version of Origin's. Huh.