You tighten your grip around Killfinger’s handle. This hippogriff is about to get nine feet of cold piercing metal through its hot bird-slash-horse intestines.
You attempt to raise the blade… but… you’re not strong enough. Your arm muscles were aching just dragging this bad boy. The bladesmith warned you it was too heavy. Why didn’t you listen?
The hippogriff leaps at you! No, wait, over you. With its powerful hooves, it snaps your shining blade in two. Then it continues stomping on Killfinger over and over, whinnying with fury. Maybe the bird of prey was agitated by the light glistening off your 9 foot blade. Well, how do you like that.
What would you like to do?