Argo III -The Next Generation

8 Weapon-shopping is hard ,Next time you see Harley ,Please end him for me.

Choosing a weapon was harder than I thought. Way, way harder.

"So, a size-8 Celestial Bronze is too heavy, but a size-7 is too light. Hmm," Annabel said as my 7th sword fell to the ground with a clang. She scratched her hair and stared at the piece of paper she was working on. She was sweating severely. It was midnight. I had already tried 9 swords, 8 spears, 15 daggers and 1 set of bow-and-arrows. We both seemed to agree that I could not work with a bow. Some swords were so heavy they clanged to my feet before I could even grip them, while the lighter ones flew behind me as I attempted to slash at something. The spears were either too long or they were too short. Daggers worked pretty okay though.

"You were doing better with the daggers," Annabel said, wording my thoughts. "Let's work with those." She handed me another bronze blade. "Try this."

I slashed in the air. I seemed to be doing pretty fine, but Annabel frowned. "Why have you shoved your other hand in your pocket?" She asked me.

"I - well how should I use it?"

"Like this," she demonstrated slashing out with her own dagger. Her other hand was in a stance I couldn't quite imitate.

"Erm - like this?" I put my other hand awkwardly in the air. "No!" she blew her hair out of her face exasperatedly.

She thought hard. "Hmm. Maybe we should try a new weapon?" Annabel suggested. She hopped over to explore the other weapons. I eyed the scarecrow I had been practicing on. It gave me a judgmental stare as if to say – Seriously?! You couldn't even put a dent on me?

I was about to tell Annabel that we should go to sleep now, when a weird glint caught my eye. It was coming from somewhere above. I looked towards the ceiling. To my surprise, it was also covered with weapons. All kinds of weird thingamabobs. But what caught my glint was a pair of blades at the extreme corner. I walked towards it.

"So of course, with the dagger you will be quicker but with the mace you get to smash heads!" Annabel was saying, to me, I think, but I was too busy trying to reach the blades. Their glint was so magnificent. It attracted me. I was tall-ish, but still I couldn't reach them. I stared at the column of wood in front of me. Well, time to climb a wall.

"...both of them are close-range weapons, and the dagger would be better if you want to avoid certain-death. But with the mace you get to crack skulls! Argh, I just can't decide. Mel? MEL WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP THERE?"

"Huh? What do you mean?" Then I realized I was hanging from the ceiling of the armory clutching the two blades in one hand and holding a narrow panel of wood from the other. "Oh. Oh, no." I fell from the ceiling and landed uncomfortably on my ankles. "Ow."

"Are you alright? What's that you are holding?" she asked me curiously.

"They were on the ceiling. Don't they look awesome?" I showed her my new finding. They were twin blades, exactly the right height for me. Their edges were sharp enough to slice through at least thin metal. The only difference two of them had that one was gold and the other was bronze.

"I - yeah ..." Annabel's eyes widened as she looked at it transfixed.

I was going to ask what was wrong when I realized that the swords in my hands had turned into identical bracelets!

 Then she caught herself. "I - yeah. Yeah, they look cool. Maybe not as cool as silver but, they look pretty decent."

I rolled my eyes and grinned. Of course, the silver dagger came first for Bell. All hail the Silver One, the greatest of all daggers!