Once the metal starts hardening, he grabs the blade, and lifts it, the starts heating it as he hammers away at it, forcing it into a small flat sheet of metal.
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I'm a 25 year old RPer trying to get back into this site lol. Here's a link to my interest checks if you want to know more. If you want to talk to me on discord, msg Shadow_Dragon#0908, though I may take a while to reply. Wer sulta qeelakvi zhincitic
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He starts by making a mold for the blade, and filling the mold with molten metal he pours from his bare hand. "Quick note, never, ever, try what I'm doing right now. Your hands will literally melt."
He softly kisses her. "Thank you. For giving me back my humanity."
He smiles. "It'll take a while though. I'll get working on it."
"I felt lost without you.....so I dove deep into my sorcery to drown the pain."
"Ah." He studies the drawing for a moment. "Yes, I can make one."
"A switchblade?"
He begins heating the ore in his bare hands. "This is a bit different then how a normal blacksmith does it, but you get the idea. What do you want me to make?"
He smiles. "I'd stand back if I were you. Your notebook might catch fire."
He walks to the nearest vacant anvil, and picks up a handful of ore, along with a mold, and ignites the furnace with a wave of his hand.
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