"So, Murder, how's your weapons training going?" you ask, grinning. Murder scoffed. "You know I have no need for a weapon" she replied. "I think I may just have found the weapon for you" you say, pulling a pair of spiked gauntlets out from under your cloak "In the land of Harad, there are assasins known as the Hasharii, they invented these, I forged this pair in the dwarven mines, they are made of mithril" Murder's tried on the gauntlets. She fouund they were light enough not to slow her punches. "Mithril is as light as a feather and as hard as a dragon scale, I even added some enchantments so that you won't feel the weight of it at all, it'll be exactly the same as you normally fight, but you'll be ten times more deadly" Murder hugged you. As she hugged you, the spikes scraped your back. "Careful" you grunted "those spikes are sharp" Murder withdrew. "There's one other thing, give me one of the gauntlets" Murder handed you one of the gauntlets. You closed your fist and pressed an indent on the palm. A blade shot from the knuckles. "I utilized the twilight realm to store that blade, when activated, it comes out of the twilight realm and attatches itself there, as it spent time in the twilight realm, it never rusts, never ages, it will stay exactly the same" You retract the blade. "Now, would you like to see if you can beat me in a duel, or will we go to the council"
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