Harder Than I thought

"Come on!" Tark urged, pointing toward the large structure that housed the wine cellar. "We have to hurry before the food gets cold!" He picked up his pace, and Stark, determined to keep up, followed closely behind.

It wasn't long before they reached the large door of the building. Tark, with his two daggers at the ready, pushed the door open and stepped inside. "Okay, Stark, let's head in," he said, pulling his weapons out.

Stark eyed Tark's daggers with interest. "Are you any good with those?"

Tark grinned confidently. "Yes! I've been training with these since I was four. That was around the time Malgog showed up. Back then, everyone had to learn to fight—not just to fight, but to defend our land and property from outsiders."

"Hey Tark, what weapon are you going to use?" Stark asked, pulling out the knife Emery had given him.

"Wow," Tark said, examining the knife. "It looks just like my sister's, except it looks pretty harmless in your hands." He snickered.

"Say, Tark, do you know how Emery activates her powers? Since you're her brother, I kind of assumed you two would share the same ability."

"See, now that's where you'd be wrong," Tark replied. "As far as I know, only you and Emery can do that freaky thing with weapons."

"With weapons?" Stark asked, curious.

"Yeah. Didn't she tell you? The power doesn't just work on knives; it works on almost any weapon. It gives an upgrade to whatever you hold. So if you were holding a spoon, you could turn it into a shovel or something similar."

"That's kind of cool," Stark said, relieved. "I didn't want to be just a one-trick pony."

"I mean, Emery has the same powers, but she also has all her training," Tark explained. "But why does she choose to fight with a knife if she can upgrade any weapon?"

"Well, I guess it might be because it was the first thing she transformed when she first got her powers, and she's the most comfortable with it, I guess."

"Yeah, that makes sense," Stark agreed.

"Oh, I've got an idea!" Tark said suddenly. "I'm going to try and help you use your powers."

Stark looked at him skeptically. "I thought you didn't know how."

"I don't," Tark admitted. "But I've seen Emery use hers like a bajillion times. Here's what she does: First, she takes a stance."

Stark mimicked Tark's stance, trying to follow along.

"Then she closes her eyes," Tark instructed.

Stark closed his eyes and waited.

"It seems like she concentrates really hard," Tark continued.

Stark tried to concentrate, but nothing happened. "I don't think it's working."

"I got it!" Tark exclaimed. "Maybe you have to envision the weapon changing in your mind."

Stark nodded and closed his eyes again, envisioning the knife transforming into a sword. He focused hard, imagining the transformation vividly.

When he opened his eyes, he was surprised to see that the knife was gone and in its place was a sword—though it resembled a giant knife rather than a traditional sword.

"Wow," Tark said, his eyes widening. "That doesn't look like Emery's, but you did it!"

A realization dawned on Stark. The sword in his hand looked like the weapon from one of his favorite anime. "You can make the weapon look however you want. That's pretty freakin' cool."

"I wonder if they have anime and manga here," Stark thought, but the thought was fleeting as he refocused on the task at hand. "Right now, we've got to go kill some goblins."

They headed inside and quickly found themselves in the cellar. The stark contrast between the cellar's messiness and the rest of the building was evident. Stark's thoughts were interrupted by Tark's shout.

"Heads up, Stark!" Tark warned.

From Stark's left, a small, green fist flew through the air and landed squarely on his jaw. He flinched, more from surprise than pain, and swung his large sword, but missed as the goblin darted out of the way. These little creatures were quick and agile, darting in and out of sight.

"Damn, this is going to be harder than I thought," Stark muttered to himself as he swung his sword again, trying to track the nimble goblins.

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