"I thought you were a sword kinda guy" when Michael stepped onto the upper deck, Logan came to him with a surprised look on his face. His doom bringer was majestically hanging on his behind, gently reflecting the moonlight.
"It looks heavy" Logan's eyes were sparkling looking at the Doombringer. Michael could tell Logan's craving to hold the Warhammer in his hand.
"It is" Michael took the Doombringer from his behind and twisted the handle stylishly. Because he was not using any Arch energy, the weight of the Doombringer made his biceps flex out. After his intense training, his body became toned and each muscle in his body had a definite definition.
"Can I hold it?" Logan looked like a big 7ft baby staring at a candy.
"Sure" Michael chuckled as he handed over the Doombringer to Logan.
The big Logan was excitedly smiling but when he grabbed the handle of Doombringer, his smile disappeared.
