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Shani walked some more, having just finished surveying the area for a possible target. He'd just completed his latest weapon, and he was hoping to find something to try it out on. A wind suddenly picked up, beating against the cloak he wore over his armor. The armor itself he'd just gotten recently, it hadn't seen much wear and tear as of yet, and he wanted to keep it that way as long as possible... thus the cloak. Of course, a secondary motive was keeping it clean of the blood that he wished to spill with his new toy. As if an answer to his prayers, Shani spotted a hole in the side of the ridge along which he walked, about 20 meters from his current location. "Not like I've got anything better to do", Shani said as he accelerated slightly, veering towards the cave. Although moving faster than previously, Shani still took his sweet time and eventually reached his destination. From within the cave, Shani heard what he perceived as an invitation, a low growl. A smirk grew along the side of his face, he'd heard that kind of growl before; t'was a growl to make a man freeze in his steps, a growl that let you know you were only seconds from death... the growl of a Deathclaw. "Too bad for you", Shani said through the smirk, addressing the hidden foe, "I'm the one you growled at". With that, he took a defiant step to the opening of the cave, to be met with yet another, deeper growl. Shani raised his right arm above his head, reaching back as though to remove the enormous cloak he wore over his armor when in the wastes to keep it clean, but instead went for the protruding shaft which created a 30-degree angle with the vertical of his head. Taking hold of it in his right hand, Shani brought his left arm to his side, pressing a release roughly a foot below his left shoulder. With the button pressed, Shani's right arm was met with more pull as the angle become more acute, the shaft nearing the vertical as the weight pulled his arm down a bit. His left arm's initial act completed, he brought it up to meet the shaft, right below his right hand. Then, putting a decent amount of effort into it, Shani produced the large weapon from beneath the cloak. The weapon was enormous, a sword roughly the height of a human, with a maximum width of about a foot, producing on each side a blade, both sides perfectly symmetrical. He hefted the sword, his Zweihander, above his head and in front of him. The growl grew louder, apparently the thing viewed this as a challenge, as it should. To meet this challenge, the thing came forth from its den. It was larger than normal, this deathclaw, nearly the height of Shani with his power armor, rippling with muscle, snarling with hatred. Shani's smirk only grew, this thing apparently had no idea what it was up against. Nay, his sword was not merely a sword. Shani had built into it technology borrowed from the super sledgehammer, creating far more kickback for the sledgehammer, and for a blade such as this... far more impact, thus far more cutting power. Normally, such an increase would create large problems for the durability of the weapon itself, due to the force that would be brought upon the weapon with each blow, however... Shani had also taken that into account, and had the weapon molded from chemically-hardened stainless steel, similar to the power armor worn by one of the BoS' most infamous enemies, the Enclave. It seemed the tech of those bastards was being put to some better use, Shani delighted in the irony of this fact. But that was rather unimportant at the moment, as before Shani stood what was currently most important: his enemy. Shani's muscles tensed, as the Deathclaw moved to him, closing the distance to a meter. Shani met the Deathclaw, but not in a way that would be expected of man wielding such a sword. He deftly avoided a swing from the Deathclaw, his sword to his left side, as he caught the Deathclaw in the side, the gut, with a strong kick. The Deathclaw paused his failing assault, giving Shani that critical opening he was waiting for. To swing such an enormous blade without an opening was absolute foolishness. If the enemy was able to dodge, block, or deflect the weapon, you would be left at their mercy. Shani took the opportunity given to him. Having immediately withdrawn and planted his leg upon the ground a foot ahead of the other, Shani moved forward with his left leg, at the same time bringing the sword upwards to meet the Deathclaw above its right leg. Connection. The blade tore into the thing, the impact itself activating the mechanisms within the sword itself, and just as it was supposed to, the added impact virtually threw the blade through the enemy. It was dead by the time the blade had passed through it, as it had arced upwards it'd made contact with and obliterated the abominations heart. The bloodspray was incredible, nothing like a gunshot... which would cauterize the wound at least a tiny bit as it passed through. This was different, all the organs, everything, it was all torn apart, the blood was everywhere. Shani was a bit glad he'd kept the cloak on for the fight at this point, or else the front of his armor would be red. Seemed this one wasn't alone, however, Shani had noticed it as the fight had begun. Within the cave, although it wasn't a deep cave, there was a second Deathclaw. The first quickly fell away, making way for Shani's followup. The second one had made its way to the opening, it clearly wanted to avenge its former comrade, or lover; whatever its relationship with the first was, Shani didn't really care. The blade's momentum brought it up, taking Shani's arm with it. But Shani controlled the momentum, he spun forward, the blade moving with him, almost carrying him but not quite. To an observer uneducated in swordplay it would seem the sword was about to leap from his hands, but to those that knew what was going on... they would be able to appreciate the beauty of what was taking place. Shani spun around, moving forward as he did so, closing the gap between him and the final Deathclaw, in an encore of his previous performance. With the completion of his spin, the sword came upwards from the left just as it had previously, just as Shani had planned it to happen. It made impact higher this time than it had the last, catching the Deathclaw right below the armpit, slicing the arm off the thing and sending it up into the air, at the same time slicing off the side of its head. Again, the bloodspray was astounding. The sword once more continued its movement through the momentum gained, however, Shani decided against a third performance, sliding his right arm above the shaft of the hilt and onto the hilt of the sword as he rotated the blade with his left arm, all of this within a second, completed at the peak of the blade's height.... And in an instant, Shani put the entirity of his strength into his right arm, driving the sword downwards, broadside facing the nigh-dead enemy, onto the hapless enemy. In contrast to the sound of the cutting, the crushing made a far more satisfying sound. The broadside of the blade had made direct contact with the head of the Deathclaw, coming down and absolutely crushing the thing in the process. The sound itself was an amalgam of stereotypical crunching and cracking sounds, a delightful symphony of death played upon Shani's former adversary. With that finished, Shani now satisfied with the trial run of his new weapon, he hefted it back over his shoulder, sliding it once more down beneath his cloak, into the clamps built onto the back of his armor. As he added leverage, pressing the blade against the middle of the clamps, the sides snapped together over the blade, holding it in place perfectly. "Maybe next time, I'll find something that can actually fight back", he said as he moved away from the two fresh corpses, back in the direction of the Brotherhood compound now that the test was complete.