Armory (2)
"Told you," Bella smirked as I moved on to the next spear.
There were four more spears, but I was rejected by all of them until the final spear, which I thought I actually had a chance with.
It gave me a bit of trouble as the long blue spear squirmed in my hand, trying to get out of my grasp but not as desperately as the others.
This one I could actually hold a tight grip around… until it suddenly let out a blast of whitish-blue aura that sent me flying into the several barrels behind me.
Some of the sharpened weapons cut me up, but I was mostly fine as the pain wasn't any worse than the prick of a needle.
"God damn… Okay, well, do you have any other spears?" I asked.
"We do… but I doubt you'll be able to tame it. It has the highest intelligence out of all of these and can even talk to you if it thinks you're slightly worthy of its power,"
"So it's an arrogant spear, correct?"