Turning around, the minotaur grabbed another chest, long and relatively thin, and flipped open the latches. From it, he produced as strange a weapon as Lily had ever seen. It was basically a mace, sure -- but nothing like the ones she knew. Those were all spiked or flanged or, heck, nothing more than just a rock on the end of a stick. This one was a long wooden rod, with a leather-wrapped handle and a generous handguard, topped by a bizarre, spherical shape. The head was some kind of geometric almost-sphere, symmetrical and pointed all over, each flat face in the shape of a little triangle. 