The Slipper

Never been one to fetishize sword fighting, an obsolete art by my reckoning when every fresh kip is packing some kinda thrower. But I know the craft's acolytes would have me skinned for such sacrilege and I cast no shadow of disrespect on the sophistication of the discipline. Many a time, I pledged my own life debt to a fortuitous blade in the hand. That just not to say I wouldn'tve rather clasped a set o rails. There's no reckoning a blade can be a proficient dealer of death, but I keep mine for utility first. However, those who have been innoculated by the dark arts of bladecraft, Rowell's Slipper is a creamy proposition. Hard cutting for path slashing and a dollop of serration make it a capable tool. But it's perfect balance sets it spinning round the wrist with ease, opening the skill ceiling to the master swordsman and doling lopped flesh to the foolish amateur.