"I don't know. It has a certain charm to it." Still holding the body of the cane gingerly, Yrael gives it a short, sharp tug.
The cane goes SNIKT.
A number of sharp metal spikes, angled upwards towards the handle in such a way as to rip into the hand tugging the cane away from its owner, slide out from the surface of the cane in that moment.
"La Diabolic," Yrael explains, grinning. The more subtle, more likely to maim, more illegal cousin of sword-canes.
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Date: 2009-11-24 06:41 am (UTC)From:The cane goes SNIKT.
A number of sharp metal spikes, angled upwards towards the handle in such a way as to rip into the hand tugging the cane away from its owner, slide out from the surface of the cane in that moment.
"La Diabolic," Yrael explains, grinning. The more subtle, more likely to maim, more illegal cousin of sword-canes.