I had a D&D character who used a Lucerne Hammer, which I'm seeing is essentially a bec de corbin.
The flail seems fun, I mean who doesn't like moving parts and swingy things? I hear they were useful for reaching around shields. With my luck, I'd probably kill myself trying to use it.
The caveman in me calls out for rock though. It's the ultimate finishing move.
OK, first off: a lion, swimming in the ocean. Lions don't like water. If you placed it near a river or some sort of fresh water source, that make sense. But you find yourself in the ocean, 20 foot wave, I'm assuming off the coast of South Africa, coming up against a full grown 800 pound tuna with his 20 or 30 friends, you lose that battle, you lose that battle 9 times out of 10. And guess what, you've wandered into our school of tuna and we now have a taste of lion. We've talked to ourselves. We've communicated and said 'You know what, lion tastes good, let's go get some more lion'. We've developed a system to establish a beach-head and aggressively hunt you and your family and we will corner your pride, your children, your offspring.
You know there's a story in Indian mythology of a dude needing to kill a demon and asks a sage for help. Sage says use my bones dies and gets crafted into a mace that is then used to successfully kill the demon.
There's a separate story of Vishnu killing a demon and fashioning his bones into a mace. So yeah maces.
The virgin mace wielder: Oh I can't march more than 20 miles a day, this thing keeps hitting my knee, my steed has a noticable limp to the right because I hit her while dismounting.
The Chad rock wielder: I'm sure there will be rocks when we get there.
I fucking knew a mace wasn't actually spiky, NYT Connections suck my dick, you are wrong, I am right, the connection doesn't exist between those words and l demand satisfaction.