"What's this?" Al said, ceasing his duties as catcher. "A menagerie of mice? And here I was thinking I'd be using these swords to test for wall spikes all day."

The warrior drew a hefty claymore, and pointed it at the mice.
"I'm gonna be honest, it's been a while since I've had meat in my belly. I was hoping for mutton, but you'll do."

Al raised the greatsword over his head, and then, dropped it into an underhand position. He brought his arm back and strained his muscles before tossing the chunk of iron like a javelin. The eight or nine pounds of metal rocketed towards the rodents like a large, shaftless arrowhead.