Vrael's eyes narrowed as a girl halted by his forge, hesistant. He shook his head and continued pounding his hammer on the red hot metal. The hammer itself was ablaze with red runes, creating great clouds of ember as he struck the metal. Final Quenching. Vrael gripped the metal with a pair of tongs and lowered it into a barrel of water. Steam rose from the heated metal and Vrael tapped the runes, extinguishing their glow and returning it to the likeness of a normal forge hammer.<br/><br/>He looked back to the enterance of the forge, the girl was gone. The next step was to link up the metal piece with the other pieces and then finally lock it over the hilt of his long sword. The mechanism and fit was perfect. The clips locked themselves through two holes in the blade of the long sword.<br/><br/>Vrael took two metal rods and pushed them into a barrel of coal, making them stand perpendicular to the ground. He pulled a minute lever on the edge of the crossguard, the mechanism sprung up, flowing up quickly and forming an even larger blade over the longsword. Vrael closed his eyes. A perfection, be one with the blade. His eyes snapped open and he lunged forward, slicing cleanlt through the two iron rods, a pure, clear note rang out as metal tore through metal.