Arctic
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Racalexand looked at Crystal with a strange glint in his eyes.
"Interesting choice. Of course, since it's a pair, we may have to...compensate.....but i'm sure that can be dealt with later. Now, Arctic my man, what will you choose? You know, most of these are ancient atrifacts that i've 'Aquired' over my travels. Some of them are quite equisite. I do beleive that some of them originally came from Mew Castle itself..."
I looked at Racalexand while he ranted on, then Crystal, and finally Byakko in the central sphere. She was looking at us with pleading eyes. I gave her what I thought was a reassuring smile, then turned to the assortment of weapons. There were many things there, but what really caught my eye was a sleek looking double - bladed sword. The two ends looked incredibly sharp, and resembled a scorpian's tail. It seemed to pulse with a blue energy that drew me too it. I leant down, and placed both of my hands on the handle in the center. I instantly felt something coursing through my body, something warm and refreshing, yet powerful. I raised the weapon up, and spun it around five times in quickly.
"Not quite Darth Maul, Arctic. But you seem to grasp the double bladed weapon quite well." Racalexand placed his hand on his chin as he thought. "I wonder what I should choose?" He pondered, looking down at us. "What do you think?"
<<< The walking stick over there. Looks like your style.>>> I said, motioning over to a wooden stick in amongst the pile. Racalexand laughed gently, and jumped down off the central sphere onto the ground in front of us. The burned ground around him erupted into a dark red fire, surrounding him in a circle.
"Maybe that's too dramatic.." he mused, then swung his arm over the flame. It dimmed down to a lighter fire. He then stuck out his arm, and the walking stick flung out from the pile. It flew right towards me, striking me in the groin at incredible speed.
<<< ARGH! >>> I fell to the ground.
"Human disadvantage number one: Incredibly sensitive areas." Racalexand barked. He raised his hand again, and the stick flew from the ground next to me, up into the air, and then into his hands. I grunted as I raised myself up. It felt very strange and painful, but I ignored it, instead clutching the blade s hard that my hands turned white. Meanwhile, Racalexand was examining his walking stick.
"Very nice, isn't it? Have you seen the patterns? Masterful carving!" He stroked it with his gloved finger. "However, it could use a small improvement..."
He held the staff out in front of him. The wood started to crack in lines, and suddenly the staff blew itself apart. In Racalexand's hand now was a luminous red staff, crackling with energy that was painful to look at.
"Isn't that better?" He laughed, twirling it around a few times. "So, are you going to make the first move? Come on you two, you know you want to." He taunted us.