03-31-2017, 06:09 PM
Sticking out of a nearby wall was an old looking spear that had certainly seen better days. The blade was rusted, and the spear had seen better days but it appeared to be made out of carbon steel. As he gazed upon the spear, Warren thought about it. The spear was a weapon that no one seemed to care about. As a result of that, Warren had no qualms about what he was about to do. Having picked up the spear a once over was given to the spear by Warren. Concentrating he held out his hand and the spear melted down into Omnilium. From there he closed his eyes and imagined the form of what he wanted the spear to look like. It was now a black spear with gray trim and a purple metal blade. The spear had engravings on it that had no special properties, but was just for aesthetics mainly. Smirking beneath his helmet Warren picked up the new spear and swung it a few times experimentally. His spear was certainly something he needed because of how under armed he had been. Weapons were only part of the equation however. What he needed were some powers for himself that he didn't presently have.