Hector offers an easy shrug before leaning back against the nearest tree. In the dawn of his apprenticeship, he would often ask himself that same question, his innocent mind unable to fathom why someone would have need for such a cumbersome blade. Even when he first glimpsed an ogre, he'd thought they were excessive. But the first time he was forced to fight and kill one of the lumbering, stupid beasts, he found himself wishing he could swap out his twig of a shortsword for something more substantial. It might have saved he and Cain several bruises and broken bones. "I have found they are best at home in the hands of decorative statues, but will not deny they are useful if you certain your enemy is clumsy and slow."

He chews the inside of his cheek for a passing moment before adding, "They is no doubt an intimidation factor as well."