Besides, neither Razor nor Manta carried one.
However, now that illusion has proven to be a forecast,
Manta had dislocated and ripped apart her left arm.
There it was—the hammer Lenny had seen.
Manta's hammer had been a part of her own body.
Little to no blood poured from her body as she detached this Hammer.
It was not so large, but the moment she removed it, Razor's attention focused on it with extreme prejudice.
"Manta of Lady Hanger's Arena. I have never met you, but I have heard of your tales. Hehehe." Razor chuckled.
"I have also heard stories of what your hammer can do. Only a foolish man would face you barehanded with that thing in your hand."