“What do you call your sword?” Hero had never thought about it. He’d pulled it off a chunk of space debris. How does one name a scrap of metal? He decided to name it ‘Fwip’ for the sound it made when he slashed it around. Kal was unimpressed, but who was he to deflate the little guy? Later that evening, Kal watched Hero prance through the woods, ‘fwipping’ his blade about. “Onomatopoeia!” He shouted, unsure of what it meant.