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Weaponmaster--Always Accepting

"I always thought lantern shields were a bit odd. I was under the impression that they were patrol armaments, the sort of thing you'd carry when you were a guard, walking around a city at night. And that's not...untrue, per se, but I wouldn't want to draw attention myself like that.

"Legend has it that you would carry one if you had a duel at dusk or dawn in hopes of blinding your opponent. I expect it would...sort of work, if it was dark enough, but I wouldn't stake my life on it.

"I don't know whether your opponent's blade getting stuck in the openings would be more of a help or a hindrance--you'd be in control of their blade, but they'd almost equally be in control of your shield. Not ideal, especially when lantern shields are usually buckler-sized.

The way Tseng steepled his fingers and sighed was familiar to anyone who frequented the office.

"And what exactly is that?"

More like something that would come out of Scarlett's office, for sure. More absurd than the enormous swords that the SOLDIERs carried, by a long shot.

"It has the general form of an oversized hammer, but I'm sure it has some sort of firearm built into it--because why wouldn't it, clearly. It would take a specialist to use it, and I imagine it could do quite a bit of damage to someone not quick enough to get out of its way."

“So …” He hands over an Ironworks Boilmaster 3000. “Not -exactly- coffee …”

Send "Weaponmaster" and a weapon.

This was, as the deputy chief of disguise was fond of saying, not on his bingo card for today.

It looked like a kettle. Not an electric one--no cord, and batteries couldn't power a heating element for long. Gas-burning, perhaps, but he didn't recognize the fuel canister as anything readily available--even by the Turks' somewhat relaxed standards on "readily available."

It seemed too subdued to be something that came from Scarlett's department. Most of the more covert things that came out of Weapons Development were designed by her subordinates, or by the Turks themselves. All the same, touching it did not seem like the best of ideas.

"Assuming that its function is, as stated, to heat liquid to boiling in short order," he said eventually, "that alone can have surprisingly good stopping power when used at the right time.

"The kettle itself seems to be made from something quite sturdy, could potentially be used as a bludgeoning weapon. A bit cumbersome, but you're in no place to be picky if you've resorted to using a kitchen implement as a weapon.

"Finally, the fuel canister. A liquid fuel will splash and, possibly, ignite--a gas fuel will explode. It could make a decent flashbang, but you'd better make it count."

He'd said finally, but he gave the device one more look-over. "The handle on the lid also appears to be sharpened, though it would only be effective at a very short range, into very specific targets."

Weaponmaster--Always Accepting

"It doesn't have the reach I'm used to--" few things did, though, so that was hardly a fair thing to take marks off for "--but the balance is good and the edge is keen. The curve of the cutting edge gives it sharp corners, good for hooking--same reason Swallow has them. To a certain extent, I imagine you could probably reference zweihander techniques for it, and use it to advantage in a crowd."

For that, though, he'd prefer to have a slightly longer handle on it. Didn't want the crowd getting within striking range, after all. But the true edge/false edge principles and the sheer force of impact granted by the momentum of the zweihander might translate well...

[brutality-type weapon]

It’s a beauty of a thing, in the way that something that by design can only mean unkindly can be. Weighty, but, tested with two hands, it certainly knows what to do with that weight- at a swing, all funnels down to the cutting edge.

The weight is the primary consideration- makes it difficult to handle, but with such a foreboding shadow, its teeth set to devour, there are few indeed who wouldn’t at least hesitate to lunge close after it.

While he leans towards the lightweight, swift, weapons of short reach and lashing retribution he cannot deny this flesh-grinding behemoth could pulp a large foe full of vitality- if the bite of its main blade weren’t enough to fell a target, the spikes to tear and bleed, weaken and debilitate.

The gleaming star is an unusual touch, and one that promises that it is not a destroyer by happenstance or tragedy, but by art. Forged for singular purpose. Gleaming and immaculate. In a word, ravenous.

If you had no other friends, cared for not how anyone saw you, this beast would be the only friend you needed- would reduce any other in your path to so much detritus to be cleared, shaken free with a single forceful stroke and the weapon itself, to hang from your shoulders, a companion that asks for nothing else.

He is, not that person-

anymore

-today. He weighs- fearlessness against collateral, emotions against caution, swift escape against brutal retribution.

“It…” Dunstan read over the file carefully for several minutes, “It is a Titan’s Power Claw,” he inhaled slightly before continuing, “The difference between a Power Claw and a Power Fist is that the Power Claw requires more penetrative power because it lacks the brute force that a Power Fist puts out. So… eh, I guess?”