[ WP ] Everyone is assigned a mystical bladed weapon at birth by the gods . You where given a Gillette fusion razor .

The punks laughed at me as they prepared their weapons. One had a katana that could slice through anything but another mystical items. The other weirded a might great sword that released a wave of air with every swing. The last had a long bladed pole arm that would move to its wielder's will. I had a very nice razor I would not advise shaving with. 
 
 The pole arm struck first with its massive range. He swung it above his head and whipped it at me, swinging by my head before boomerang to his hand. I effortlessly ducked under it and stopped a katana strike with my razor. The halberd was approaching my head, so I spun backwards behind the katana and pushed him into the way, nipping his neck with my razor. The punk barely blocked the heavy halberd strike that smashed him to the ground. The pole arm flew over the halberd punks back, I blocked it with my razor, sending the pole arm back to its master. The halberd punk began to stand so I lunged over his bank, slicing my razor across his back and kicking the pole arm punk in the chest. I span around and slashed across the halberd punks arm, then rolled over a heavy swing of his sword, nicking his cheek and stepping on the bleeding katana punk. The wave from the halberd cut deep into the pole arm, who began to scramble to contain his intestines. I stomped on the injured katana punks chest making sure to crack a rib, and faced the halberd punk. 
 
 `` My razor may my cut deep, but it's cuts will never naturally heal.'' I explained as the halberd punk began to notice the warm flow down his back and arm. `` You'd best get medical attention before all three of you bleed out.''
