I'll post an excerpt of my story. Comment to tell me whether or not I should try making a byond game of it.
'Spike turned away from the King's fight and drew the blade on his back. The blade was truly unremarkable, a normal blade with a black hilt.
"Time to use Forged Steel," he said to himself as he pulled a small medallion from a pouch at his waist. He placed the medallion on the center of the hilt and pushed it in. Instantly, the blade began to change. The hilt changed color to a smokey red-orange, the ends of the crossguard changing to look as if they were flaming. The blade glowed red-hot and had a fire-like aura around it.
Karva, who had been watching Spike, was impressed. The human general had a powerful magic weapon.
Suddenly, Spike dashed towards the daemon, sword raised. Interestingly enough, Spike was strong enough to weild the sword using only one hand, though he used both for better control. As he closed in on the daemon, he grew wary because the daemon had not moved to dodge or block. It seemed the daemon was going to take the strike and risk injury. Rather than cut the daemon's arm like he first planned, Spike reversed his motion and stuck the daemon in the face with the flat of the blade. Karva cried out in pain and clawed his burnt face. Fury swept through the daemon. Spike watched in horror as the daemon's muscular form bulged and huge claws extended from his fingertips and forearms. Karva rushed towards Spike, preparing to impale him on his claws. Spike lifted Forged Steel with his left arm and drew his katana in his right, bracing himself to block the blow. Karva crashed into the parry that Spike had hastily thrown up. Forged Steel flashed through the air with a roar and Karva screamed an odd scream. Spike was now crouching, clutching his side, while the daemon looked at the bloody, charred stump of his left arm. Karva's right claw had blood dripping off of it, indicating a successful strike to Spike.
Spike, injured and tired, used Karva's lack of focus to draw one of the black-hilted daggers from his leg. He threw the dagger at Karva with incredible aim and strength. Karva looked up in surprise as the dagger struck him between the eyes.
"Well-played, human," Karva managed to choke out, releasing profuse amounts of blood. "It's a shame you weren't a daemon," he said as the last of his life escaped his body.
"It's a shame you weren't human," Spike murmured, as his consciousness faded...'