"Can't say I remember your name. Is it okay if I just call you Flame Sword?" Ty asked, his voice echoing slightly under his skull-shaped helm.
"That's fine. We only spoke a few times after you rejected me anyway," the sword responded, a sharp edge of bitterness in its tone.
"Sorry about that. It wasn't personal, but--"
"Enough!" The Demon King's voice thundered, cutting off Ty's apology. "Hurry up, or I'll turn you into a pair of boot chains, sword."
In response, the sword let out a low rumble and, with a coughing noise, ejected a single gauntlet. It clattered onto the ground between them. Ty gasped as he picked it up, his bony fingers wrapping around it with curiosity and surprise.
"Gross," Todd muttered. "You can eat stuff?"
As Ty picked it up, he immediately noticed the hefty weight of the gauntlet. The curves running down the center caught his attention, and his eye sockets widened with curiosity. His thoughts raced as he considered what the gauntlet might do.
