Chapter 14: Combat Instruction
Charon and the others mechanically walked to the weapon racks, full of terror at the beating they were about to receive.
Looking up and down the options, Charon realized he had no idea which one he wanted. The closest thing to a weapon he had practiced with was a knife, and that was just to entertain himself while cutting meat!
’What would I want to use during a battle?’
A sword was the obvious choice, but it didn’t call to him. A ranged option might be nice, but there were no blasters or guns to choose from. Only bows and crossbows, both of which seemed too skillful for Charon.
Scanning the racks, he took a step to the left and realized it was much more difficult than it should’ve been. His lips turned downward as he tried to take another, his robes slowing him mid-step.
’Why are my clothes fighting me?’
Looking at the chains, he remembered that it wasn’t just an article of clothing, but also the Warden of the Acheron.
Testing it with a step to the right, he grinned as he was freely able to move in that direction. Walking down the row, his steps grew more forceful until he faced a similar amount of opposition.
Studying the weapons right there, he recognized a series of scythes. Some were large, others small, but their telltale feature of a curved blade attached to a pole remained the same.
’It seems the Warden is saying this is the weapon I should be using.’
Selecting a medium-sized scythe, he pulled it from the wall and stood it next to himself. The top of the blade reached his chin, and curved out two feet from the pole. It was heavy, but not unwieldy, allowing him to heft and swing it, albeit with the drawback of being unable to stop his blows mid-strike.
’It’s strange. I’ve never used one before, and yet it feels right in my hands.’