I swung the hammer against the hot metal, instinctively bracing myself each time sparks flew. The welding helmet protected me but I still wasn't used to it. Once the iron was in it's place Bianca came to add it's attachments.
I walked away from the table, pulling off my mask and shedding my apron. The heat was intoxicating.
I'd spent months training and forging. I felt I'd never be finished learning to fight but I was happy with my new arm. I closed the cap over my stump and attached the prosthetic. It was wide and shining. From far away it could look like a pipe but a wire ran from the mechanism to my hip that made it a weapon.
