Shield of Aiur
Hank picked up one of Lances. He focused his energy into it, like with the blades. Instead of a straight spear, it curved, forming an axe-hea much like his battle-axe. He tested it, spinning it a few times in what would be considered an almost playful manner if it were any other person, extending and retracting a few times, watching the blade change shape to various forms he was familar with, btu turning it back to normal.
"I don't know what a Terran even is, but i'll go with the Zerg, since it's what i'm likely to be fighting in the near future. He put down the rifle, launcher and axe, leaving gauntlet and lance, as he entered the booth. "On your mark, you may begin."


