<span style="font-weight: bold">Pete smiled amiably, moved in with his sword gyrating oddly as if to confuse the enemy.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">What kind of move is that?!</span>Vrael batted Pete's sword the the side. He may not be trained properly in the art of the blade but that was definitely a move made up to annoy him. "That was very dramatic." His lips curved in a smile.Â<br/><br/>In truth, the forge was too small to accommodate Vrael's fighting style, which involvedÂ<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Vrael allowed his hands to drop limply, fighting Pete was different from fighting a band of those bandits. He shifted his sodden fringe out of his eyes and sat before the coals. Rapiers would be ineffective against larger weapons and bludgeoning weapons... Vrael turned to face Pete, "I think I know the sword to make for you. The blade's length will be the same as your previous one, the thickness would be about... the width of two thumbs and the tip would be narrower than how I make my swords. It is thin enough to slip through plate armour, but thick enough to penetrate chain mail." He got to his feet and checked the street outside the forge. No one of interest. Where did that girl go?<br/><br/>"Anyway," He said, returning to the shade of the forge, "You do know this is going to cost you gold right? And about those Angels, all the swords I make have high magic, elemental and physical resistance, which also means that you won't need to sharpen your blade." He picked up the bucket and scooped up water from the barrel. "I could enchant the blade to warn you when there is a presence nearby but that is useless if you intend to stay in the city." There was another enchantment which he was familiar with, but he was loath to make another mana-draining blade.Â<br/><br/>The Toy-maker? "You know him on a first-name basis? What do they want from him?" Another craftsman, one of the few who could entice Vrael to leave his forge to meet them. "I may be interested in meeting him," Vrael admitted.