Author's Note: Hello, everyone! Phew, it always feels like a breath of fresh air when I'm able to have a chance to write and post. This month has been pretty busy for me, but I'm glad I got a moment to get back to writing.

In regards to this story, it all started when the hype over Rearmed Lif involving his inheritable weapon began. Once I figured out the summoner could ALSO equip Lif's weapon, well...this was the result. I hope you all enjoy, and have a great day!

"Lif! Hey, Lif!"

The grim swordsman turned at the sound of the familiar voice calling his name, his usual stoic expression softening ever so slightly. "Kiran. Did you need something of me?"

Approaching the former general of the realm of the dead, the summoner flashed a cheerful grin. "Aw, do I need a reason to hang out with one of my favorite Heroes?"

Lif sighed in exasperation at the summoner's words as he shook his head. "Kiran, we have been over this. Outside of battle, we have no business speaking so casually with each other." After saying this, Lif fixed Kiran with a stern glance. "Though I am currently bound to you by contract, I am also bound to Thorr. A day will soon arrive where we will be enemies once more."

Kiran gasped in feigned surprise. "No, say it isn't so!" Posing dramatically, the summoner fixed Lif with a pleading glance. "Are you trying to say…that our bond counts for nothing?!"

"Kiran…" Lif began, unamused by the summoner's dramatics.

Kiran chuckled despite the severe look Lif fixed upon him. "Alright, alright, I'm done. There is a reason I'm bugging you." Slipping a gloved hand casually into their coat pocket, Kiran's expression took on a slightly more serious expression. "I wanted to have a look at that new weapon of yours to assess it capabilities. Y'know, for tactics and stuff."

Appeased by the summoner's answer, Lif nodded in understanding. "I see. Very well then." Grasping the hilt of his blade, Lif withdrew his weapon from its scabbard. Upon doing so, it immediately sparked to life in a flash of violet light, causing Kiran to lean back in surprise.

"Whoa…" The summoner breathed in awe, inspecting the arcane weapon. "Cool! What did you call this weapon, again?"

"Its name is Eljudnir," Lif answered as the summoner continued to marvel at the crackling weapon. "It is a weapon of death…a weapon of Hel."

"Really?" Kiran asked in genuine surprise, looking up at Lif. "By the looks of it, I thought you got this from Thorr."

Lif shook his head at that statement. "No. While it's true I came into possession of this weapon after I cast my lot with the higher powers, Thorr was not the one who gave this to me." After saying that, Lif fixed Kiran with an expectant stare. "Are you finished?"

Kiran paused before shaking his head. "Not yet. Could I…hold it for a bit?" Lif raised an eyebrow at that request, but nonetheless held Eljudnir out for Kiran. The summoner carefully grasped the handle of the blade with their free hand, assessing the weight and balance of the strange weapon.

Satisfied, Kiran handed the weapon back to Lif, who returned it back to its sheath. "Is that all you required of me, Kiran?" Lif asked bluntly. The summoner rolled their eyes beneath their hood before nodding.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm done. I'll leave you alone so you can go back to brooding."

"Hmph." With a slightly bemused huff, the grim swordsman nodded before turning his back and taking his leave. However, in doing so, he failed to notice the gleeful expression the summoner wore as they withdrew their hand from their coat's pocket, revealing a softly glowing Breidablik.

"Alright, everyone! Ready yourselves!" Anna called out to the group of assembled Heroes. "Thorr's army is fast approaching. Prepare for engagement!" A host of shouts and cries rang from the Heroes as each prepared themselves for combat.

"So, the time has come," Lif murmured as he withdrew Eljudnir, its blade crackling to life in Lif's hand. "Here and now, I will sever my ties to the whims of these higher powers!"

"Yeah, we'll show them!"

"Hm?!" Turning his head in surprise, Lif's eyes widened upon seeing Kiran standing by his side. "Kiran? What are you doing on the front lines?"

Kiran gave a cheeky grin as they withdrew Breidablik with a practiced flourish. "What else? To fight, of course! Plus, do you know how rough it is on my throat to constantly be yelling at all of you from way in the back?"

Lif shook his head in protest. "This is no time for your jokes, Kiran. I- We cannot protect you if you do not remain in the back. Besides, even with Breidablik, you are ill-equipped to fight at close range."

"Oh, really?" Kiran said with a sly smile. "Well, wait until you see THIS!"

Suddenly, Breidablik began to glow in Kiran's grasp, slightly at first, until the light shone so brightly that Lif had to avert his gaze momentarily. When the light eventually faded, Lif's gaze fell back to the summoner, only for his eyes to widen in shock. "Wh-what?!"

There in Kiran's hands, crackling with familiar arcane energy, was an exact replica of Eljudnir.

"Check it out! Now we're twinsies!" Kiran exclaimed gleefully, swinging the replica Eljudnir with slightly unrefined strokes. Lif blinked in stunned silence, not knowing what to make of the scene before him.

"You…how are you…?"

"Oh, impressed?" Kiran asked with a smug expression. "It's no big deal, really. Just a super cool, super-secret technique I discovered while experimenting with Breidablik. I'm able to copy almost any weapon known to the Order, excluding physical ranged weapons or other legendary weapons. Of course…" Kiran winked slyly from under their hood. "In order to copy the weapon, I have to see it AND touch it myself while I have Breidablik in my possession!"

Instantly, Lif connected the dots and understood what Kiran's true motivations were on the day they asked to see Eljudnir. Putting that revelation aside, Lif spoke again. "Regardless, you're not trained to wield Eljudnir. You cannot hope to combat Thorr's army without sufficient training!"

"I'll be fine! Besides," Kiran flashed another grin at Lif. "I have you watching my back!" Not giving the swordsman a chance to respond, the summoner faced forward with a determined expression as they gripped their replica Eljudnir. "Now, let's go!"

"Wait, Kiran!" Lif started, but the summoner had already rushed off, shouting an unfamiliar battle cry as they charged towards Thorr's approaching army. "Tch!" Grumbling in annoyance at the summoner's brash behavior, Lif spurned his steed forward in swift pursuit.

Thorr had lived for days innumerable. In that time, she had crossed countless battlefields and bore witness to the best and worst of what mortals had to offer. Even so, there were moments where mortals managed to rise above her expectations and surprise her.

Such was the case today, as she observed the enigmatic summoner of the Order of Heroes dashing madly amidst her forces whilst slashing wildly with appeared to be an arcane weapon, shouting incoherently. Not far behind the summoner, Lif charged in pursuit, dispatching any soldier who attempted to engage Kiran. The fact that neither Kiran or Lif were halted by Thorr's forces nor received any grievous injuries throughout this ordeal was equal parts miraculous and absurd.

"Hmhm, how darling~!"

Turning her head, Thorr found Loki lounging beside her with an amused expression whilst snacking on a bunch of grapes. When the trickster had arrived and for how long she had been there were questions Thorr didn't bother to ask. "Aren't the little dears just so amusing, sister?"

Thorr gave no immediate reply as she returned her gaze back to the battlefield. By this point, multiple other Heroes had joined Lif in his pursuit of the summoner, each shouting various vocalizations of concern or demands for the summoner to stop, all whilst decimating her army. Taking it all in, Thorr hummed thoughtfully.

"Truly, the potential of mortals never ceases to astound me."