"Well, that's the thing about spiritual powers, they tend to--"

He cut off to spin around. In a flash of light, Hana's weapon was suddenly encompassed in the massive grip of a giant Scimitar, the deadly blade was longer than the tallest man, not including the hilt, and although wide, was not thick, but instead, thin and sharp.

All around the weapon was some sort of aura that pulsed and ebbed, it looked wispy, like smoke, unlike the sword, which seemed very solid with its blood red sheen despite its slight transparent quality.

Hana's hand didn't hold the blade at the grip, instead it went right into the handle and, if you looked, you could see it hovering just above his medium. He didn't grasp it, he just kept his hand above it as the small stone sword remained at its fixed point inside the Oversoul.

With an irritated look on his face, Hana pressed the razor sharp tip against the guys nose. "Would you go away?"

Disembodied giggling surrounded Hana, it seems you didn't need eyes in the back of your head if you had dozens of pairs of eyes watching your back for you.