Taking the form of a long chain that had serrated teeth throughout its length, Rowan marveled at this tool of butchery. Rowan grasped the chains with both hands, feeling the prickling of the sharp metallic teeth against his skin; this was a weapon that would shred through the hands and soul of any lesser immortal that sought to wield it; Rowan loved it.
The chains split in two at the middle and each part wrapped around his hands up to his shoulders before they transformed into a tattoo, and it barely took a thought to resummon them again, and he easily linked the chain back together. Rowan observed that he could easily use the chain as a single long weapon with both hands, or he could separate them and use his two hands to wield them.
