"The Metropolitan Museum of Art in the Arms and Armory exhibit!" Dolemeck spoke somewhat excitedly, then quickly calmed himself down to act more serious. "We will have to try and get back to New York in order to beat her to the sword, Derek. There is no way someone so... so... without honor should be able to lay a finger upon them!"
Dolemeck looked down at his bandaged hand, then back at his cousin. He was determined to stop this mad woman, but unsure of what he could do. Her sword could damage him badly, possibly kill him faster than it could Derek. But it was a chance he was willing to take.
"Will the hospital be releasing me soon? I wish to help aide you in protecting these swords."
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