A weapon is a device for making your enemy change his mind.
Zane didn't know that but he surely knew he needed a weapon.
And in his search, he went to the row with no customers.
Later, Xavier told him that the row was for discarded weapons.
However, before Xavier came to Zane, his work was already done.
He bent down, reaching his hand to the last row of the shelf as he said:
"I found my weapon."
Xavier frowned and bent as well.
He followed Zane's hand and his eyes widened.
"A bedrock piston?"
"So that's what it's called."
Zane held its handle and lifted it.
He tried. At least.
"It's heavy."
"Yeah, no shit. There is a reason it's discarded, Zane. It's not the best choice."
Zane didn't listen and instead of lifting it, he dragged it out.
Its handle was round, long, made of metal and at the head was a square shaped metallic formation. Most of its weight came from it.
It was like a hammer but a different kind.
