ヌンチャク (NunChaku)

I am a powerful Bull. With the clank of my horns, and with the whip of my leash, I fracture skulls. I'm a cold hearted veteran who just got back from war, leaving dead memories with people behind them. I am a devious gremlin, cackling at my past victims. 

Whipping around wrists with the quick motion of helicopter blades. A loud CRACK! Deformation, the bending and breaking of bones. The thick viscosity of the blood drips down each crevice and curve of the enemies structured face, leaving bruises taller than the mountains you see in the photos. 

Forged to slither and slip, my metal chains slide when I flick. Japan is where I slammed sticks in the ground to feed the people. Evolution has evolved me into what I am today, a perfectly calculated weapon that tears with the force of a tri-state tornado, F5 they call me… I glance over and see the two wood handles joined, perfect example of traditional japanese warrior artwork. Nunchaku, it's what the Okinawan ancestors named me... Handles are smooth with the consistency of silk, with the chain glistening brighter than .925 polished silver. 

I am picked up and thrown into the air in fishing motion, I become consumed by the repetition of casting, faster and faster the bearings spin, feeling the vibrations rotating, matching a heart beat. Quicker than a stab, I smack and land between the armpit of a true dragon. The wind speed of my snatch could slam a thick steel door shut, real power is always hidden behind or in the objects created. Being forged for greatness is what you put it into and getting double out...