"Bend? No, I just keep it somewhere you can't see, for safekeeping." A small smirk forms on his lips before he brandishes the sharp tip, facing down on the ground.

"Like this." And Roland simply, expertly, thrusts the sword down into the water, timing impeccable. When he lifts it by its handle, the sword has impaled one succulent fish, though it bleeds from the gills.