[Cards]Whirling Weapons

It was a flurry of blades. A singing of steel. As I let go my hopes of escaping this whirling dervish, I couldn't help but listen to the sweet ringing of their weapons. It was like the breeze through barren canyons, or the waves of wind over golden fields. As their tinsel whispers grew close, it seemed to beckon me to lean forward and listen to their song.