Spark Jaw pushed his hand into the soft soil on the ground, feeling the newly rejuvenated soil spread between his fingers relaxingly. It was good land, easy land to farm. He raised his hand from the soil, spanning from the soil he had pressed his palm against up to his palms present position in the air a metal sword started to form, nothing special, a sturdy metal sword with a nicely carved handle made for Spark Jaw's hand. He tightly gripped it and swung it at the nearest tree, cutting it open.