"Clearly you've never fought someone wielding a meat cleaver," Dias replied with a trace of faint, bitter amusement. Cleavers were small enough to be swung with great force, had considerable heft, and by definition and design were built for shearing through flesh and bone. Well-wielded, one could be vastly more frightening and nearly as effective as a sword...but then a fighter used to a sword would still prefer one, and he didn't begrudge Guy for wanting a weapon he was familiar with even if the one he had was considerably more serviceable than, say, a ladle. "It should be put to good use. And Ashton would be happy if he knew his sword was helping a friend of yours." It hurt even to say that - it almost sounded as though Ashton were dead - but Dias had never been one to shy away from harsh truths.