From the blade of the hero sung in the Nibelungenlied...

To the hammer forged from a dying star with lightning that rivals even Zeus.

To the spear so deadly it could produce barbs within their victim from a mere nick.

To the sword within the stone which could only be weilded by one true heir.

All these were weapons of old, put to rest after their respective hero perished. Yet once more, they come alive as mere copies in yet another glorious song. A song, unsung by human mouths, but resonating loudly within the heart of warriors old and new. The glorious orchestra of metal clanging, of beasts roaring, of fire burning.

Once more these weapons come alive, not as blades swung by a worthy weilder, but rather as rain. As a torrential rain of neverending blades battering against behemoth of a winged reptilian. Though they now lay upon an infinite expanse of pasture illuminated by an eternal dawn that never sets, they are once more called to arms breathed new purpose into life as projectile weaponry. Infinite Mind Works... The ever expanding three dimensional printer of weapons, magic and mundane, modern and mythological.

And atop the great winged beast is no monster, nor demon but rather, a man. A man who wishes to do nothing more than to provide for himself and those he care about with a weapon coated inside a fiery, yet futuristic infernal flame. Who will prevail, the smith of countless weapons, or the great dragon rider from hell?