Combining the two;
You, our dagger wielding friend find yourself upon a battlefield, trusty beloved dagger in hand and opponent bearing down upon you. Alas, the unthinkable. The opponent lands a forceful blow and your beloved dagger falls from hand and of reach. Your opponent approaches, seeking to deal the final blow and end your assistance. You look about your person and notice that whilst your dagger is out of reach and would require you to scramble, there is a mace well within reach. Do you chance the scramble for trusty dagger, or take up mace in hope to deal telling blow?
You grab the mace. It "feels strange" in your hands. Strange in a good way. Maybe lighter than other maces you have held and it almost seems to have a glow about it. "This must be something good", you find yourself thinking.
You swing the mace up in time to block what should have been the final blow. There's an explosion of sparks. Scrambling to your feet you find your opponent standing paralyzed stiff like as a marble statue. A swing of the mace caves-in the left side of his helm so that it meets the right side...
The dagger that has been at your side for so long is placed in your backpack. Maybe you can find a place to store it well at home...