Day 10 ( Part 2 )

The band stopped playing as Emma's bandages tore open when the glove released its sealed form, transforming into a longsword held in the hand of Emma. Everyone stopped moving, standing in silence and aiming their eyes at Emma and the sudden appearance of her weapon.
"Emma?" Dr Skon said concerned and worried, ready to move away if the situation would turn dangerous but not retreating yet, "Is anything wrong? You can tell me anything!"
[RUN YOU GORGEOUS IDIOT!] Emma cried inside her head.
"Fuck this! Fuck all of you!" The sword spirit cried out in Emma's voice as she raised the sword over her head, "FUCK... EVERYTHING!"
The blade slammed down on the floor, creating a wind carrying a luminous fog of red, destructive energy that tore up the walls and sent debris flying everywhere, sending the guests into a fervent panic.
"I was TRYING to be subtle... TRYING to get this done NICE and CLEAN!" The sword spirit swung the blade, sending another destructive wave into the room, "Are you HAPPY now!? Huh!? Emmy!? Did you get EVERYTHING you wanted now!?"
In a fit of frenzy, wearing a deranged grin on Emmy's face, the sword spirit swung her sword at amazing speed in every direction, like a carousel of destruction, each swing sending another wave of destructive **** like artillery shells, causing widespread panic and chaos all around.

Right in the middle of a maniacal laughter, the sword thrusted itself forward... hitting a target.
None other than Herbert Skon, stabbed right through the chest.

"Ah..." The sword spirit could scarcely comprehend what she saw. He could have easily dodged, yet he threw himself on the sword like a madman. Trembling arm extended itself towards Emma, and he clutched the hand holding on to the sword, looking at her with adoring eyes resisting the pain.
The sword pulled itself out of Dr Skon's torso, and dropped to the floor with a metallic clank.
Gone was the deranged expression on Emma's face. She just looked frightened, shocked, and exhausted. She looked as if she was going to fall to the floor at any moment, but before she could, Dr Skon lost his footing first and Emma had to catch him before he fell. Emma was absolutely livid seeing her beloved Dr Skon in such a condition, yet he shot a reassuring smile back towards her.
For the next hour or so, Emma had to answer probing questions to men of the Order Inquisition about her and her experience with the monsterized sword. They did manage to contain it and transport it to a safe place.

Once they had made sure that she was in fact not going to turn into a monster quite yet, she was released to the plaza outside of the museum. Everyone had already gone home after the disaster, but Dr Skon dutifully waited for Emma to return, sitting on a stone ledge to the fountain.
The sword hadn't actually pierced his body, for it is not the kind of sword that destroys human tissue; rather it inflicts wounds only on one's spiritual energy. Since Dr Skon didn't exactly have a scarcity of spiritual energy he was soon enough in a walking condition.
“How is it… that stab wound, I mean?” Emma asked.
“Heh, it will take more than that to inconvenience me.” Skon rose to his feet and extended his hand towards Emma and shot her an inviting smile, “I believe I owed you this dance.”
There were so many things to say to this. She wasn’t much of a dancer, she was worried about his injury… but instead she took his hand, and for the rest of the evening enjoyed a dance together with her hero.