"Oh great, not only is it magical but it fucking talks to you," He pulls his jacket off as he takes a step back, "of course."
He drapes his jacket over his right shoulder revealing his face and tattoos to Spensir, "Fighting eh? They told me to just worry about the sword so I guess if you're gonna be in my way..." He tosses the jacket to the side as he readies his arms up in what looks like a boxing stance.
His eyes were sharply focused on Spensir and his sword, "If that thing can telepathically move that fast I really don't want to get hit with it... Not that getting hit is normally ok. If I get close though I think with such a long sword he'll be at a disadvantage though... Good news is cqc is my specialty..."
Spensir takes the sword in two hands, holding it in a ready stance with the tip facing Sam. It crackles with electricity for a moment, sparks leaping to Spensir's arms as he begins pacing back and to the side of Sam. And then, a glint of metal around those arms...armor seems to unravel from the hilt of the blade, forming gauntlets and vambraces as it reaches out, unfolding into shape from within itself and covering the swordsman in a full suit of plate mail. The armor, though...it's seamless. There are no weaknesses at the joints like most armor has, no eye-slit for the visor, nothing of the sort.
Which, of course, means it's probably magical too. Great.