Dreadnought wrote:
Simon has closed and bolted the door. As indicated he tries to swing the shortsword with an exaggerated clumsiness - but it almost seems to... no, it does feel like the weapon is resisting that - and making him seem more proficient than he is. In his studies, Simon has heard of enchanted blades and... this could be such a thing.
Simon nearly drops the sword in surprise but maintains his grip on hilt, although whether this is because of Simon's quick reactions* or the sword's will insinuating itself into Simon's actions, Simon is unsure. Slightly afeared and suspicious of the stolen blade he now wields, Simon moves cautiously towards the bed, sword still held at arm's length, although this is now as much to keep the sword away from him as it is to threaten anyone that might get close.
The thought crosses Simon's mind that he may only be moving to help the woman on the bed because it is the sword's will dictating his actions but he reminds himself that he had intended to help the woman before he possessed the sword, unless that, too, is a memory implanted by whatever deviltry inhabits the sword. Panic knots his stomach and indecision tangles his thoughts - what if he's helping the wrong people?
Despite these thoughts, steps he is unsure he is controlling bring Simon to the bedside (in the SW corner of the room, should it matter) of the distressed/tortured woman.
* Simon's REF of 8 makes this unlikely...