I had hoped we were done, but the old man wasn't content, he wanted to see more, our weapons. It was strange, perhaps they had told him everything. Yet, I could still tell that something was off, especially with his blank eyes.
So, we'd transform once more, but seeing as what we had tried had not worked before, we would only transform partially, hiding our nakedness and strengthening our bodies. As for weapons, I'd manifest the machete of teeth and bone, holding it, I felt uneasy, but I didn't let go.
I had to get used to the thing, I had to get used to all of them in fact. Then for Stella, surprisingly, she conjured a whip. It was made with tapered spinal segments, muscles still in-between the bones, burning, its handle a twisted femur, melded with a skeletal hand and its tip a tail bone, all of it charred.
