"I will get them all to a place where they won't be able to hurt themselves or others," Torin says coolly, unruffled by the sword. "There are rather a lot of them, and they're frightened. Fear can lead to regrettable actions." Like threatening him with a sword. He snaps his fingers. "Come, Feather Edge!"

Because if it comes down to a fight, Torin wants to be armed with his own blade. His sword soars in from who-knows-where and lands neatly in his outstretched hand.