"But...but..." Oh gods, this was breaking Owain's brain. How could two young warriors who shared an appreciation for weapons be on such insanely different wavelengths? "...Why would you lose it?! Okay, weapons break sometimes, but--but it's your life partner! Your dearest friend! A shiny beacon of strength and hope amidst the tumultuous seas of anguish and bloodshed! How could you lose something like that?!"

Okay, breathe. Owain ran a hand over his face. He'd determined that Kaoru needed some guidance in the ways of weaponry, sure, but this was seriously bad. Not hopeless, though. He refused to believe the other boy was a lost cause. He'd get through to him, one way or another...

"...Ken...do?" Owain couldn't say whether or not he did it if he didn't know what it was. But man, Kaoru must be from a really out-of-the-way Outrealm if he didn't even know what a Myrmidon was. "Myrmi-DON," he corrected, "a swift specialist in the blade. The level below Swordmaster. Sheesh, where are you from that you haven't heard of Myrmidons?"