"And this is for the physical attacker!"
The magic-weaver tossed the metal object at the fighter, who stepped back and let it land on the stone floor. After a moment they picked it up and turned it over in a hand, blades and heavy balls rolling around in a caged part.
"And what is this?"
"A weapon, the guard there was using it."
"And you expect me to just know how to use this?'
"Well you are the person who-"
One of the guards sat up suddenly, and thr fighter swung instinctively, killing him fully.
"There, you see!"
"Lucky coincidence!"
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