The Dragon's Broadsword

Every fierce dragon needs a blade to match his shield! Right beside the amplifier base, tucked against the skirting board, I spotted an old wooden paintbrush handle with its bristles long gone. I clamped both hands around the smooth varnished wood, planting my black boots to wrench it loose. It was slender, balanced, and perfectly weighted. I swept it through the air with a swift hiss, shouting '¡Por la justicia!' right as the metal shield strapped to my arm gave a loud rattle. I rested the blunt tip firmly against the floorboards, standing guard beside the amp—El Dragón Negro is now fully armed.