[Ashura saw the skill, and his heart skipped a beat in anticipation. Yes, oh yes this would be fun. His eyes lit up, the smile widening - not in a cruel way, but in the way a smile widens when a person is sure they are in for a good time.
He took a step back from Conrad and opened his palm. At first it seemed nothing was happening, but then fire blossomed in his palm, and from that fire a blade grew. The blade itself was crystalline, looking to delicate to be used in actual combat. The hilt was carved gold, constructed in the form of a woman's head, arms, chest, and torso on either side of the blade, arms raised above her head in some sort of salute, a large ruby in the form of a tear sprouting from her forehead to disappear into the hilt.
Ashura held his own blade with equal confidence to Conrad, fitted to his hand like it belonged there.]