... And in the darkness, the beast fell, laughing maniacally. Taking nothing but the sharp shaving of flint in his waistcoat pocket, he cuts into the beast's foul-smelling, matted armpit.

Lifting the beast's disgusting arm off the carcass, he grinds down the flesh and the bone to craft a terrifying blade. A blade with the strength of one-thousand Manns.


Sniper melee - Do rate if you like it!

#Version 2 - Fixed LOD scaling issue
#Version 3 - Updated image to reflect that there's no way I could get this into NOTLU before the deadline!