After calculating the force and time of fall precisely from her throw, the eldest daughter of the Goltbred family stood and gestured for the former assassin to follow to a safer spot. A second weapon was pulled out for the inspection, placing it firmly in Adhesion between them so that the scout could see the twisted profile it had. A spiraling square cruciform that left fluted grooves running the full length of the third-of-an-inch thick spike.
"Twice the density than steel and harder than most forms of it. Tungsten carbide that I sintered together myself. The coating is a carbon lattice bonded by - actually, you'll just be bored of that, I can tell. You can see and feel the effect on your own."
Mint eyes flicked upward briefly, tracking something the scout couldn't see. She'd left a tiny fragment of her spirit on the weapon she threw, to make certain of the theatrical timing. So that she could end her talk before the next show began.
