82.3 Reflection

Looking at the thing in my hand right now, Flare's surprise now went straight into my own as I gawked at what I was holding. Looking ridiculously generic like the other stuff in the pile, the most surprising thing about it was the distinct shape it held when compared to the rest of the weapons on display. It was a staff, but... also not? It held an elongated blade at the end of it, which kind of made it look like... wait... "No fvcking way..."

Am I... Am I seriously holding a scythe right now?!

"Highly impractical, but dangerously intimidating," Flare chuckled. "Why did it appear here? You never trained in its use, right?"

My alter-ego's amused tone bled towards mine as I let out a laugh, "Not that I can recall. Hell, I never even considered using something like this."