Some people shouldn’t have sharp objects….

     The Dharkyn was in no danger. Frank’s choice was made. He had to help Sun.
     But how? He was unarmed, and he possessed no magic.
     As soon as the thought hit, something coalesced in his right hand. Something extremely heavy; his entire center of balance shifted as he nearly tipped over.
     He glanced down to find he was holding a sword.
     It was plain in comparison to his companions’ weapons. A simple steel blade fully three feet in length, with a standard cross-hilt.
The sword weighed a ton.
     What is this, some celestial joke? Be careful what you wish for, you just may get it? What the hell am I supposed to do with this? I can barely lift it. Maybe with two hands…
     Still, if he could use it to distract the griffon, he might buy Sun time to get out of the creature’s path.

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