((OSS: Thanks Admiral, I had a complete brain fart, couldn't remember anything))
Flax: Actually, that happens to be my sword, My Ancestors didn't believe in ceremonial Swords, that sword was passed down from generation to generation. As for the blade, thats no ordinary steel, infact it's not really steel at all.
*Flax takes the sword back*
*Flax swings at a granite boulder. The stone sparks as the blade hits it, then it is sliced neatly in two.*
*Flax smiles* The father of the Lightsaber, infused with the force.*