Edgeworth hefted the sword in one hand; it was good to know that it was light enough nowadays to be carried with a single hand for a while, when they were not in battle (he really preferred a two-handed grasp when fighting; it gave him more power for each swing). He didn't know how long this uneasy peace would last, however, so he promptly gripped the Weapon in both hands when he stepped into the house.

When the doors closed behind them with a click that echoed in the stillness, the prosecutor paused, then sighed in exasperation. Was their hostess so eager to meet them that she would ramp up the haunted house factor like this? This was so clichéd.

"Really." Edgeworth strode onward without even glancing back at the closed doors behind them, Rapier at the ready.