[Use your own blood to bond the blade]
"Huh?" Nix stared at the scimitar in his hand. It was unlike any blade he'd ever wielded. It was curved slightly and had a spiked handguard that was obviously meant to strike opponents with. It resembled white silver, his own reflection stared back at him when he held it. The edge looked sharp enough to cut through stone.
He touched his thumb lightly on the keen edge, it took only the slightest bit of pressure to make his blood down the blade. Nix held tight to the blade, a sudden sandstorm kicked up around him. It slowly extended until a small tempest about 20 feet in diameter swirled slowly in a mass around him. The sand disappeared and was replaced by green flames, the flames faded to silver, then to Gemini flames and finally Ice flames. The sudden build-up in power took Nix by surprise, he blacked out when the blast tossed him into the air.
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