The Baron, for his good measure, laughs right back. "I wouldn't sully my blade with your guts, sir."

If someone were watching closely, they might see the grey fade from his hair. They might see his skin become young and smooth.

But most will only see the cant of his arm as it cocks, the muscles beneath moving with the strength of a much younger man. The guard of his saber connects with the ghoul's jaw with a thunderous crack.