<div align="center"><em>Vincent and Abigale and  a short break </em></div><hr/><br/><br/>The heat of forge was not the reason he was sweating, it was the constant hammering action on the anvil that did it. When one arm felt tired he switched, his ambidexterity only extended to his crafting he could hardly write a legible sentence by hand. His music had moved to a span of rock and when combined with the rhythmic hammering and the guffaw of flame from the forge it seemed as if Vincent was actually try to remix the music into horrible industrial music  that gets played in warehouse raves. The normally "air headed" leader of cabin 9 was deep in concentration hammering impossibly perfect curved long sheets of celestial bronze that looked like the feathers of a bird.  (http://th09.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/i/2010/128/2/a/Steampunk_wings_lineart_by_rocknro8907.jpg) Off to the side was a table full of gears and machines that was starting to take form with a drawing of Invincible 2.0 scribbled sloppily over the top of the schematics. The writing itself was terrible but the blueprints, the plans, of what he had created in his mind was neat as if a computer had printed it out.  It would take a long time to put it all together but he had the building blocks and every tool in the world at his disposal.<br/><br/>Vincent felt Abby since there was no way he would have been able to hear her due to the various sounds all around him. He made sure to get the last hammers in, nodding his acknowledgement to her as he carried one of the shorter feathers to the water pit to cool down with a sizzle before he pulled it out and slid onto a table to cool with the others.<br/>"Hey." He greeted with a smile, his shirt was clinging tightly to his chest from the dampness of his sweat. Both his arms where smudged with ash and even slivers of drying metal but they had not burnt into his skin. Vincent moved towards her, the music lowering to kill some of the sound going on in the forge. A bead of sweat rolling down the side of his nose was trickling down slowly, annoying him, before he got rid of it with the back of his hand leaving a smear of ash on one side of his nose. Assuming what she had asked he pointed at the plans and beckoned her to follow him.<br/>"You know how much I hated the camp chariot?"<br/>He began by reminding her why he loathed the one the camp had since he had almost died the first time he had gotten into it with a chuckling reminiscing memory. The main reason was because he had not made it himself, the one he designed for the race was much better then the camp's but it had been destroyed by Invincible himself, the mechanical horse did not like the idea of dragging a cart and any attempts to fix it resulted in another broken chariot. Invisible snorted as the mentioning of the word chariot, looking at Vincent with a defiant flash in his eyes that went back to "normal" as it munched on more scrap metal.<br/>"Well I am going to try to make Invincible a pair of wings to mound on his back but first I want to make a prototype to see if it feasible, its in my mind that it can and while I was working on it I thought maybe I can make two sets, it would be awesome to fly, don't you think?"<br/>Vincent rambled, the idea flowing out of his mind where like a drug to him, he was smiling wide as he spoke and shared his ideas with her. He had not noticed just how much he had pushed himself his heaving chest was starting to calm at last and when he felt the pang of thirst he went over to a bronze cooler and pulled out a bottle of lemonade to chug down.