Talk:The Sanctuary/Proving Grounds/@comment-893709-20110709050146/@comment-3560733-20110709062135

Slamming the blade of his scythe, Dragala, into the ground. When the blade pierced it, particles of dirt and grass were severed and flung carelessly to the sides of Dragala. Azrael chuckled slightly and announced with fervor,

He continued to laugh slightly and wrapped his pale-white hand around Dragala and wrenched it from the earth it was struck into. As clods of dirt and grass scattered into the air, he wrapped the blade of Dragala behind him and held it with his arms cross, waiting to see if someone would challenge him.