Choose a weapon, then, and with the very force of your will, you'll strike strongly and true.  Grow in strength, and come when I call.

The morning star is a brutal weapon.  It doesn't have the elegance of a sword, for it's too top-heavy, too unwieldy.  It doesn't have the delicacy of a dagger, nor the precision of a bow, nor even the clean cleaving power of an axe.  What it has is a brutal efficiency at destruction, for it makes no pretense of having any other purpose.  Cave in your opponent's breastplate; leave them crippled, unable to breathe.  Pierce through chain mail; let the weight of the weapon carry the strike; let it leave them battered, bruised, and bloodied...  Better yet, shatter their bones; crush their skull, and leave them dead for the crows.

The brutality of such a weapon is matched in a name: for the raging spirit of Tembor, Third Thought of War, driving her through battle with unyielding ferocity: Hawksarm.  For bloody massacre, a history never forgotten: Brighthands.

A weapon chosen; names requested.

Auris' purpose in battle is to destroy her enemies, and she makes no pretense otherwise.