"A grim weapon favored by the Yiga. The half-moon shape of the blade allows for the rapid delivery of fatal wounds and serves as a symbol of their terror."
—Compendium entry on the Vicious Sickle, The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild
"A cruel reaper of souls, the Soul Scythe is unsentimental in its work."
— Description for the soul scythe, Minecraft Dungeons
Every weapon had a feeling, Pyrrha thought. The owner's design influenced its tone, but the weapon's basis had a feeling. Swords felt friendly, like they always had your back; spears felt righteous, striking true at the most crucial moments; axes felt bloodthirsty, heavy, and seeking its opponent's flesh; scythes… Pyrrha had rarely held a scythe with a true, analytical eye, since most were props or ceremonial, but Crescent Rose had the same feeling an amateur-work scythe did in her hands so many years ago: cold. The scythe was not cruel, it was not biased, it was not gentle; the scythe bore a purpose, a great and terrible one as the old books would say. The blade was aimed at its owner, a warning of the immense difficulty associated with its style, but held at the right angle, out to the side, the tip pointed towards Ruby, it seemed just as hungry as an axe, but just as righteous as a spear. It would kill, either its owner or its owner's enemies, and it would do so decisively, suddenly, and with the ease of a sigh.
