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something. The three-shelf deep glass case was full of knives of all kinds, and the wall was covered in large knives and swords.
“Whew,” Jango whistled as he saw hundreds of knives in the case: all high-end knives, excellent quality, and expensive! Not that price mattered anymore, but he still felt compelled to check out the price tags through the glass.
“Ooohh, ooh, ooh,” he said suddenly, sounding like a chimpanzee as he pointed through the glass at a particularly villainous looking knife that had a steep angle to the tip that made it look almost like a chisel. Except for the sheer heft and width to the four-inch blade, it was similar to a tanto-style blade. The knife had sulfurous looking yellow micarta grip scales that were ground down so that they looked like the skin of something prehistoric. Where the grip scales had been ground down, a black under layer showed that gave the grips a predatory look that perfectly matched the evil looking blade.
Jango immediately recognized the knife as the work of a guy he had seen on YouTube. The knife was called the “Spine Cutter”, and it had been made by a guy named Dell in the UK. Dell owned and operated a small knife making business called Dirty Room Knives. He worked out of his garage, and made top-notch blades for a reasonable price. In Jango’s opinion, one of the things that had set Dell’s work apart from many other custom knife makers had been the utility of many of his designs. The Spine Cutter was a prime example of that; it was a killer, plain and simple. The knife had been made to cut flesh and shed blood, and Jango had wanted one since he had first seen them on YouTube.
“Look out, look out,” he said to Sonja. She was too busy looking at the swords on the wall to notice what Jango was doing as he raised up his trusty ironwood stick, and brought it down in two swift strikes that blew out not only the glass on the top of the case, but the glass in the front as well. Sonja jumped a little, but went right back to her perusal of the swords.
Kicking the glass off of his feet, he reached in to get the knife and the black, Kydex sheath that went with it. Jango shook the glass off the knife and sheath, and then pulled them from the case.
He tested the edge on the pad of his thumb, and it was razor-sharp. With a satisfied smile, Jango snapped the Spine Cutter into its tight fitting Kydex sheath, and clipped it to his belt over his left hip.
Now that he had found a fixed-blade knife, thus fulfilling his needs in that area, he turned to see how Sonja was doing.
Sonja had chosen a katana with a long, gently curving blade, and an oversized grip that had been designed so it could be used with two hands. Sonja stood like a baseball player, and swung the sword at the air in front of her. She made a whooosh noise with her pursed lips every time she swung the sword.
“What are you going to do with that?” Jango asked her . “I thought you were going to get a knife.”
“Why would I take a little tiny knife when I can have a sword?” Sonja asked him incredulously, and then swung the sword again. She made the whoosh sound again.
He just stood there, speechless, unable to process her logic. Jango didn’t understand the way that people thought, and he couldn’t fathom Sonja’s logic. His mind went blank as he tried to figure out why she would choose a sword over a knife. Given their situation, a sword would be a major detriment, while a knife would be useful. Why didn’t she know that? His confusion left him mute, and Sonja seemed to take his silence as encouragement. So she began to explain exactly why a sword was better than a knife.
“You’ve seen The Walking Dead , right?” She asked Jango.
He nodded, as he began to see where she was headed, but he let her finish her explanation.
“Remember Michonne? She was the hardcore girl with the sword just like this one! She kicked major ass.” Sonja smiled at Jango, as if she dared him to deny or defy her
“Whew,” Jango whistled as he saw hundreds of knives in the case: all high-end knives, excellent quality, and expensive! Not that price mattered anymore, but he still felt compelled to check out the price tags through the glass.
“Ooohh, ooh, ooh,” he said suddenly, sounding like a chimpanzee as he pointed through the glass at a particularly villainous looking knife that had a steep angle to the tip that made it look almost like a chisel. Except for the sheer heft and width to the four-inch blade, it was similar to a tanto-style blade. The knife had sulfurous looking yellow micarta grip scales that were ground down so that they looked like the skin of something prehistoric. Where the grip scales had been ground down, a black under layer showed that gave the grips a predatory look that perfectly matched the evil looking blade.
Jango immediately recognized the knife as the work of a guy he had seen on YouTube. The knife was called the “Spine Cutter”, and it had been made by a guy named Dell in the UK. Dell owned and operated a small knife making business called Dirty Room Knives. He worked out of his garage, and made top-notch blades for a reasonable price. In Jango’s opinion, one of the things that had set Dell’s work apart from many other custom knife makers had been the utility of many of his designs. The Spine Cutter was a prime example of that; it was a killer, plain and simple. The knife had been made to cut flesh and shed blood, and Jango had wanted one since he had first seen them on YouTube.
“Look out, look out,” he said to Sonja. She was too busy looking at the swords on the wall to notice what Jango was doing as he raised up his trusty ironwood stick, and brought it down in two swift strikes that blew out not only the glass on the top of the case, but the glass in the front as well. Sonja jumped a little, but went right back to her perusal of the swords.
Kicking the glass off of his feet, he reached in to get the knife and the black, Kydex sheath that went with it. Jango shook the glass off the knife and sheath, and then pulled them from the case.
He tested the edge on the pad of his thumb, and it was razor-sharp. With a satisfied smile, Jango snapped the Spine Cutter into its tight fitting Kydex sheath, and clipped it to his belt over his left hip.
Now that he had found a fixed-blade knife, thus fulfilling his needs in that area, he turned to see how Sonja was doing.
Sonja had chosen a katana with a long, gently curving blade, and an oversized grip that had been designed so it could be used with two hands. Sonja stood like a baseball player, and swung the sword at the air in front of her. She made a whooosh noise with her pursed lips every time she swung the sword.
“What are you going to do with that?” Jango asked her . “I thought you were going to get a knife.”
“Why would I take a little tiny knife when I can have a sword?” Sonja asked him incredulously, and then swung the sword again. She made the whoosh sound again.
He just stood there, speechless, unable to process her logic. Jango didn’t understand the way that people thought, and he couldn’t fathom Sonja’s logic. His mind went blank as he tried to figure out why she would choose a sword over a knife. Given their situation, a sword would be a major detriment, while a knife would be useful. Why didn’t she know that? His confusion left him mute, and Sonja seemed to take his silence as encouragement. So she began to explain exactly why a sword was better than a knife.
“You’ve seen The Walking Dead , right?” She asked Jango.
He nodded, as he began to see where she was headed, but he let her finish her explanation.
“Remember Michonne? She was the hardcore girl with the sword just like this one! She kicked major ass.” Sonja smiled at Jango, as if she dared him to deny or defy her
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