In one hand, the Augment wielded a simple short sword—one of Martok’s men had identified it as a Roman gladius. Just over two feet of blunted steel, double-edged and unadorned. A practical weapon of conquest and death, built for efficiency rather than display. It was a warrior’s blade, not a showpiece for decoration.
In his other hand, held in a reverse grip, was a short, blunted combat knife.
Many warriors would scoff at such small, unassuming weapons, especially when pitted against the reach and weight of a bat’leth. But Martok was no fool. The weapons Admiral Gothic had chosen were compact, built for speed and precision—deadly in the hands of someone with the strength, reflexes, and enhanced speed of a human Augment. Weapons of death and destruction in the hands of someone who truly knew how to wield them.