If it can be thrown, and is sharp, I've probably stuck something with it. I've always been good with spears and other staff like weapons, I even fight at the renaissance fairs with a mid length spear.
I can do pretty well with a hatchet, and I've always thrown a tomahawk, kind of a throwback to my Apache heritage.
Knives have always been a favorite of him, the bigger and curvier, the better.
And
s. I bought a nice, hand forged war
at a fair one time, and have loved fighting with a long
ever since. It's just fun.
And, the weirdest weapon yet: The HellCannon. 6 feet of steel and pcv, made into the biggest, meanest airsoft cannon I've ever saw. We used to take those two seater gocarts, weld on some armor plating, and have some serious airsoft and paintball wars, and the cannon was the answer to that.
This is my trike. There are many like it but this one is mine. My trike is my best friend, and it is my life. I must master it as I must master myself. My trike without me is useless. Without my trike, I am useless. I must ride my trike true. My trike and I know that what counts is not the amount of miles we ride, but the time we ride together. My trike is human in it's own ways, therefore I will learn it as my brother. I will learn it's weaknesses, it's strengths, it's parts, and it's soul.