With a deep, careful breath, Magnus closes his eyes and tries to remember. "There were more swords. They were all propped up in glass display cases, like it was a museum. Like this." He gestures, holding his arm like it's a sword propped up for display. "One case was cracked. It, um. The crack looked like an M. It started to break further, and then the ceiling fan fell, and swung. It broke a case, and glass started to fall. I tried to dodge it. The case fell into another case, the one with the sword that got me. I was too busy dodging the fan swinging back to see exactly how the thing landed, but the way it did, it had the sword flying directly at me. Blade forward. I guess it was knocked into just right." He opens his eyes. "By the time Lancelot got there it was just the one sword and the broken glass. Everything else was, like, gone."