Thankfully, Julius somehow managed to catch it one way or another.
Clack-thwack!
The metal cuffs bit into his claws before he could fully register what happened.
The thing Bryan had thrown through the air was a pair of talon sheaths. It had heavy metal cuffs perfectly sized for massive raptor claws.
The moment they locked into place, the air around Julius's hands began to vibrate.
VREEE—
Each sheath had a slim, hyper-vibrating plasma blade.
Because this was their regular place to hang out, Grayson and the others had decided to make custom-forged weapons for fun.
At that time, they enjoyed designing custom weapons and fitted equipment that they even explicitly designed a few for their semi-transformations.
It was honestly just been done purely for fun—a wealthy beastman's eccentric hobby. But now, as the plasma cast sharp shadows against the concrete, Julius couldn't be more glad that they had these made.
