Damon walked away from Camilla. His leather boots made quiet sounds against the thick sand. He walked directly to the large wooden weapon rack standing against the far stone wall.
He stood before the rack for a moment, looking at the shiny, deadly tools of war. He reached out and picked up a steel sword. The polished metal gleamed in the torchlight. He held the sword expertly in his right hand. Then, he picked up a pair of dark leather combat gloves. He pulled the gloves on, securing them tightly over his large hands and wrists.
He turned around to face her.
"Pick a weapon and we start," Damon spoke. His deep voice echoed softly in the large, open cavern.
Camilla walked over to the wooden rack. Her eyes quickly scanned the rows of battle axes, long wooden spears, and broadswords. She did not want anything bulky. Her transmigrated body was too small to swing a heavy axe effectively.
Her eyes landed on a pair of perfectly balanced twin daggers.
