Author's Note

Hay guys, here’s a quick chapter since you've been asking so nicely. I don’t know why I wrote most of this chapter in third person, which it shouldn’t be. But since it’s over a thousand words and sums up nicely, I’ll make it a chapter. Don’t worry, I’m not planning on making shorter chapters, but only for this special occasion. Make sure to like, comment, and tell me what you think of Gabe’s new weapon! Also, questions and criticism is also welcomed.

Chapter 8: This is NOT a Greatsword!

Today, Theek is not a happy griffon. First sign of a bad day was the delirious hammering of a hangover. Barely remembering the prior events of last night, hell he didn’t remember what town he was in. Second, was his bruises and sore body that kept reminding him that yesterday was not a relaxing day. Bless the Gods that he actually did get any restful sleep, and in a real bed at that! Third, he was awoken with his head soaked via bucket of water. Who would be so cruel enough to do such? His newest employer of coarse, known name only as Gabe.

“You got really hammered last night, you know that?”

“I guess I got in trouble as well?”

“Oh yeah, big time. I had to take out the trash and tuck you in myself just to get you to shut up.”

“Oh, sorry bout that… I had no idea that one drink could bring such troubles. The stuff in Equestria never ever gave me such a headache.” Theek groaned, wiping water off of his feathers

“Equestria… Why do I feel like I’ve heard that name before…” The spartan muttered.

“If you had one of those fancy ship maps, I could show you were it is.” Theeks words seem to not get through him as Gabe just stare off for a good minute. At least, that was Theek thought the armored giant was doing.

“Well, why did you wake me up?”

“Oh, yes, sorry, I was looking back on something. Well, I am going to see that masterpiece weapon, and it would be best if I not let you out of my sight.”

“How caring of you.” Theek stated unamused with a grumpy pout while following Gabe into the lobby area of the building.

“Hay! Let the Legate know I’m heading out to see the Smith.” Gabe called out to the boy bringing in water. Not waiting for a reply, the two continued out and followed the street, taking the same path as last time. Gabe nudged the drowsy griffon, getting his attention.

“Lovely weather we're having eh?”

“Are you serious?” Gabe shrugged.

“You know Theek, I do actually care about you. I don’t want you getting killed.”

“Because without me you’re gonna end up spending everything in your purse?”

“Not just that, the fact that I can’t read any of the languages here makes you essential.”

“So I’m right. I’m just a tool?”

“Your wrong. First, tools don’t get paid. Second, tools don’t make me smile at their antics. You are much more than a tool, for you are my first companion in this world! Besides, I need you for a lot more things.

“Ha. Ha. But yeah, I guess you're right. I will admit, it has been fun so far.” Arriving at the smithing shop, there the diamond dog was fueling the furnace of the smelter.

“Good morning mighty warrior and his friend, the master is ready for you.” Gabe headed inside with Teek following closely behind. Entering the building, the inside could be easily split into three parts. The workplace to the right, kitchen/dining area to the left, and presumably the living/sleeping area above. There was also a ladder leading down into a basement, presumably holding supplies and extra storage space.

“Welcome to Warmaiden's. Now don't let the name worry you, we got plenty o' metal for fightin' griffons-” The muscular griffon halted his speech and movement upon seeing the titanic form of the Spartan.

"You definitely look like someone who knows how to wield a weapon. Well, you've come to the right place." Gabe nodded his head in respect.

“Too you as well.” The griffon smiled, dusting off his workspace table of dust and shavings.

“You on the other hand had one too many ah pint and had half a life beaten out of you.” The weaponsmith commented, shaking his head.

“Looks like you need a weapon. Something big, perhaps? An axe maybe? Or a greatsword?”

“I was thinking maybe checking out that masterpiece weapon I’ve heard you have.”

“Oh, did the dog tell you about that? Well, he should have told you that it comes with a big price. How much gold you have?”

“Well, does 10 Gold Del sound like a worthy enough price?”

“No, she is a blade made of divine metal that tears armor and trees in seconds. 50 Gold.”

“50 freaking gold?! That is over half of what I have, no way that is worth the price! Okay, time to bargain with Dormammu.”

“Do you honestly think one weapon is worth more than a fully equipped and armored battalion? 25 Gold.” The Spartan bluffed, hoping he made a good estimate.

“The weapon has hacked and sawed half the trees in this area, helped in building a good amount of these houses and the construction of Vineville Inn. It is a tool that has helped the founding of this town. 40 gold.” The spartan shook his head.

“That is still a heavy price, I promise that every gold coin I have is in perfect condition. 30 Gold, what do yeah say?”

“You should know that the blade never dulls thus never needs sharpening and rarely needs maintaining. 35 Gold, that’s my final offer Warrior.”

“Well then... I consider it fair enough. Here, let me get my money.” Reaching his hand into his medic bag on his thigh, he summoned the gold coin and placed it onto the table. Gabe repeated this process with the Weaponsmith examining each and every single piece with a surprisingly modern looking magnifying glass.

“Hum, Adrianne! You have a better eyesight than me don’t you? Come, can you check these coins for me?” A darker female griffin came down the stairs, glanced at Gabe for a moment before joining the side of her husband.

“Oh dear! Where did you get all this gold? Wait, are you actually selling the Macua?” Adrianne asked, closely examining the gold pieces like delicious candy.

“Is that the name of the blade?” Theek asked.

“Oh it’s not really a blade so to say…”

“Wait what? I thought I was buying a longsword?” Gabe protested, gaining a shocked look from Adrienne.

“Ulfberth! Are you trying to sell the Macua without letting him even seeing it?” She bantered her husband, who deflated into embarrassment.

“Sorry my lovebird, I’ll get it.” Heading downstairs, the two customers waited patiently while Adrianne examined every piece of gold.

“How did you such fine gold- you what, never mind. I shouldn’t be asking about one’s wealth. I apologize.” Ulfberth then came back up the ladder lifting up and dragging large wooden box. Setting it on the floor, he quickly undid the latches and opened the box.

“I present the Macua!”

“This… This is NOT a greatsword!”

“Are you disappointed?”

“Are you kidding me? A Chainsword is even better! I may not be the best character build to wield one, but how could I decline to owning one? Yes, yes! This will suit my purposes as a perfect balance of badassery and savagery!” Taking the Chainsword by the handle, he found that the weapon does have quite the heft, but nothing that a Spartan can’t handle. Surprisingly the wooden handle holds the weight and feels stronger than cast iron.

“Is the handle possibly made of Wroshyr?” The Spartan asked quietly, running his hand across the metal case and engine.

“Well, I’m glad that the blade has finally found a worthy owner. But do you know how to properly wield it?” Adrianne asked. The spartan unseenly smiled as the Chainsword connected on with the magnetic locks on his back.

“I’m sure I know some basic tactics with a chainsaw blade. No hacking or stabbing. With these saw bits meant for flesh, cutting armor is going to be a chore, so run the blade across the weak points and let it saw through is the best solution. Blocking another’s blade should be on the protective case and not on the saw blade. I know what I’m doing.” The Spartan lied, as he was bullshiting his way to victory.

[Speech-check successful]

“Well, that settles it. Come, help me get this gold to the safe.” And thus, the Spartan and the Entertainer walked away with a freaking chainsword.