A whirling torus of metallic shards, spines, blades and fragments.

Its size varies, and when it speaks its voice is the howl of metal scraping on metal.  When it laughs...

When it laughs (which it does occasionally, these days) it is like the rusty hinges of the gates of Hell.

+ SOME LIVE BY THE SWORD, SOME DIE BY THE SWORD.  BUT SOME ARE SWORDS. +