Video.

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[tap tap tap. the sharp tip of a six-foot metallic blade nudges against the ground, knocking up a little dust. behind him is the sky, wide in its expanse, broken by the wide swing of the sword. he's holding the handle like a baseball bat, and he does it again, and again, like he's trying to hit a curve ball that keeps whizzing past his temple.]

Not a bad swing, huh?

[with a chuckle, he clicks his tongue and points a forefinger at the sky where the comet would be, thumb outstretched like a gun.]

Home run.