The large silvery glaive seemed to be the perfect size for a monster and the second Azemo touched it, he felt a burst of energy wash over his body. Following the replenishing of his strength, Azemo could feel an electric current running his core.
On instinct alone, Azemo imagined the weapon diving into the mob of monsters and unleashing a wide slash.
As if the weapon could read his mind, the glaive performed the exact strike that Azemo envisioned. Azemo bared his fangs in a monstrous smile as he watched his enemies get carved apart.
Pulling the weapon back with his mind, to block some speeding projectiles, Azemo readied himself to go back into the fray.
He could just stay off to the side and let the weapon do all the work, but that would be no fun and Azemo wanted to connect with the weapon. It was that fighting spirit that had drawn the glaive to him and Azemo was not about to change.
