Concentrating, he felt the overlapping scales of his armor form about him. Nearly impenetrable yet so weightless as to not hinder, he knew its metallic caress well.
The comforting weight of his Blade completed him. Long as a tall man, the blade was a full hands-width wide. It was feather-light and unbreakable.
The true beauty of the weapon lay not in its blade but in its ornate pommel. A gilded claw held a flawless smoky-red gemstone. The stone drew on his Soulbond. It empowered him with the speed and strength and even the fire of his bondmate. It was an unmatched sword.
This story excerpt was chosen for the weekly Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday Snippet and is from an, as yet, unnamed work in progress.