Azaron stared at Threshold I, who simply stared back at him, both of them feeling pure thrill at each other's combat experience and power. The time for hand-to-hand combat had ended; it was time to take this battle up a notch. With a thought from Azaron, his soul-bound, blood-red spear, Ender, appeared in his hand.
Ender hummed as it seemed to tremble with drunken happiness at finally being called into the battlefield, its crimson surface gleaming ominously as though it too had been waiting for this moment.
Seeing this, Threshold I smirked as, the next moment, a pair of clawed gauntlets appeared from her space ring and settled into her hands as she put them on.
