“You’ll break your wrists holding it like that,” Aron warns.
“Then make me wrist supports, Mr. Weapons Expert.”
“Do I look like an armorer?”
I drop the staff again, toying with the heft of it. “You look like someone that wants to be hit in the head with a bat if we’re asking me,” I mutter.
- Aron and Faith in Bound to the battle god by Ruby Dixon