I'm not gonna lie, if I found a magic sword stuck in my frozen turkey, I'd be a little annoyed. Can't fit it in my oven, after all.

[He'd also be a little worried about whatever his past life got up to, but from what he remembers of it, Leon S. Kennedy of the DSO didn't have jack-shit to do with magic.]

At this point, I've been around for long enough that I wouldn't put it past reality to have a surprise like that in store. You any good with shooting? I know there's a shooting range in town.