Scene VII Act I ..."Swift death to my enemies, wrought by the Hand of Vengeance." Hand took up the pieces of armour he found laying about him. The pieces that fit. His new flesh was large in every way. His head alone must be a short hundredweight. And his hands! He could not get over how much strength was in his hands. Weapon after weapon was discarded because it was too small. Too light. Too flimsy. He needed something with incredible durability to withstand the amount of force he could put behind it. The greatsword his master had given him was such a weapon, but now he needed something to complement its deadly beauty with raw brutality. "Against that wall there, is; I believe, what thou seeketh." the Red Master called to him from across the room. He now carried a helmet to match his blood red armour. Hand looked in the direction his master indicated, and there, against the wall was the largest axe he had ever seen. "Oooh." he breathed, as he moved to retrieve the weapon. "That's what I'm looking for." He hefted the great axe up before him, (one handed!) and swung it over his head a couple times. He could feel his arm muscles tense as the weight of the thing carried through, but he could swing such a weapon easily. To the great detriment of his enemies. He smiled at the thought. "Now," the master hissed as he lowered his helm upon his head, "lets go kill some dragons..." Well I'm gonna take a little break on this story. So if you have been following I promise that I will get back to it soon and give you the ending. I just am wanting to do something else for a little while. -cheers-