Breaking Capricorn's constructs

He created a swirl of orange motes. They manifested into a rough cleaver shape, the edge narrow if not quite razor sharp. Dark stone with veins of orange-red running through it.

"May I?" I asked.

"It's heavy."

I crossed the room, and I took the oversized cleaver. Dense.

"Can I destroy it?"

"Sure," he said.

I flew up a bit, so the floor wasn't in the way of the Wretch. My forcefield out, I let the Wretch grip it, my focus fixed on the cleaver, looking for a sudden jerky movement that might indicate the Wretch was flinging it at someone.

The narrowest edge cracked, then cracked more, but it took three or four seconds before it outright broke, a corner coming off. Once that happened, the entire thing broke into chunks, raining down to the floor. I let the Wretch go, and the stone dust that had built up in crevices fell down in narrow streams.

- Gleaming 9.2