Leith chuckled at Ssarak's last statement. "That they have." He thought back to the night before and suppressed a shudder when he remembered the demons coming back to life. For a moment, the battle was lost, but when they blew up, everything changed. But before the demons blew up, Leith had felt a sense of hopelessness larger than what he had felt when he was attacked by those two men five years before. Echoes of the feeling still lingered even hours after the battle was over. It was a disgusting feeling and he never wanted anything to do with it again. [i]This will [/i]never[i] happen again if I can help it.[/i]

The sound of metal scraping against metal brought him out of his thoughts. He was clenching his hands into fists, and the clawed fingers were scraping against the palm of his gauntlet. He also realized that his face had contorted into a grimace. When did that happen? He took a few calming breaths and relaxed.

"We just have to close the gap, then." He turned to address both Meirin and Grey. "I will have this looked at, but not right now. I think that my arm has less priority than everyone else here at the moment." He adjusted his cloak so that it would cover his gauntlet. After the night before, maybe having something demonic might make people nervous."To the forge, then?"