I gingerly pick up the scimitar and wait to see what it does. Apparently, I don’t have the heart of a warrior because nothing happens. I place it carefully back down in case it decides it doesn’t like me enough to attack.
But, since I just moved after I destroyed my house last week, I have emergency matches set aside. (In case the evil doll comes back) I use those to get my fireplace started. I grab some blankets and my kitten (who after two weeks still doesn’t have a name) and I settle in until the snow starts to melt or the scimitar decides I actually do have the heart of warrior.