Xavian and Xavienne looked at each other, and a wide grin flashed across their faces, as though the very same thought had ignited within their minds at the exact same instant. There was no need for words, no need for signals or hesitation. In a single flash, their figures vanished from where they stood, space itself rippling faintly in their wake.
When they reappeared, their weapons were already firmly in their hands, as though they had always been meant to be there. Xavian awakened his hammer, a massive blunt weapon that radiated oppressive weight and destructive intent, while Xavienne manifested a double-edged axe, its curved blades gleaming with lethal promise. Both weapons seemed perfectly suited to their brutal, outlandish personalities, as if forged to reflect the savagery within their souls.
