[He caught the tone: something tender there, something Smiley didn't want to talk about. He nods. No problem, Smiley, message received. Moving on.]
Yeah, you like it?
[He takes the axe from his back and pivots to rest the haft to the ground, his hand atop the massive blade. With the shaft, it's at least as tall as him.]
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Yeah, you like it?
[He takes the axe from his back and pivots to rest the haft to the ground, his hand atop the massive blade. With the shaft, it's at least as tall as him.]
Had it made custom. "Bull's Edge" it's called.