"These are no ordinary glaives..." Lezarr spoke quietly to himself. There was a strange familiarity with them. Something magical but for the first time in ages, it was beyond Lezarr's comprehension. Someone or something powerful enchanted these, that much was clear. But how, why, what, and who were as distant of answers to him as to his prisoner's arrival. Lezarr stared at the paired weapons laying on his table. Carefully he picked up the obsidian colored glaive. Its craftsmanship was absolute and the feel of it was well beyond solid. Feelings were put into its making and that could be a dangerous thing for the maker, and even Lezarr. Then almost out of its own will, the weapon slipped from Lezarr's grasp and fell to the floor, but not before its blade nicked the tip of Lezarr's finger. Although it healed instantly, there was still a lingering pain. Lezarr neither cursed or gasped in surprise. He merely looked down at the weapon and smiled.<br/><br/>"Thirsty devil aren't you?" Slowly Lezarr picked it up off the floor and placed it back with its green counterpart. "Even your weapons defy me...how thrilling this has become." Lezarr spoke again quietly to himself with a wry smile. He outstretched his open palms over the weapons and let his dark mystical powers swirl around them. Lezarr closed his eyes, searching in his mind for the source of their enchantment and why it bothered him so. There was a brief surge of power and Lezarr was cut off. He opened his eyes and saw the steam rising off the glaives. "Defiant indeed...let's see how well you all fair under pressure."<br/><br/>A short time later Lezarr returned to his prisoner's cell. With a wave of his hand her bindings disappeared and after she fell to the floor he tossed her glaives down by her face, kicking up a small dirt cloud as they landed with a heavy thud. There was a slight pause, then as Lezarr anticipated her to make the smallest movement towards then, he sent gravity crashing down on top of her and the glaives. It was pure, raw force that slammed into her back and pushed the weapons so hard they started forming their own small crater in the dirt beneath them. Again Lezarr bound her hands, this time spread wide and against the ground. He kept up the gravity spell and knelt down mere inches from her face. "You're pain amuses me..." he glanced at the glaives, "their pain, if it exists, amuses me..." he outstretched a finger to move a lock of hair from her face. "The desperation in your eyes, the anger and loathing in your soul...I see it, breath it, hear it, thrive off of it...however; you have answers I need. So do your toys, and they don't enjoy my company very much and the feeling is mutual. Just know this. This spell only gets worse over time. Eventually it will crush you and your beloved glaives into the ground until there is nothing left of either of you. I will find out what I need to know, whether you tell me, or not." Lezarr stood and slammed the cell door behind him again.