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by Loud clangs and thunks could be heard around the forge, and it would have driven Sawyer deaf long ago if she didn't have flanged earplugs. They were approximately three of the Hephaestus children here right now, the others being either at the wrestling ring or helping to improve their chariot in cabin nine. The chariot had suffered serious damages after the last race and they had had to build a new one from scratch -- right, three days before the next race.
Sawyer took the blade she was working on out of the forging oven with metal tongs and went to the power hammer to forge the edges, holding the celestial bronze steadily under it as the machine hammered down on the sides with brute force, denting it in until the blade became sharp. Her clothes (a masculine graphic shirt and camo shorts) were already stained and burned at some places, several holes still smoldering. Sawyer literally didn't have one garment that wasn't somehow damaged by her work in the forge, not one. Not that her clothes mattered anyway.
The power hammer was done grinding the edges, so she removed the blade and stopped the hammer before binding her greasy black hair into a messy ponytail. The Latino girl then took the blade to the belt grinder for polishing and removing micro burrs. Orange sparks flew as she applied it against the grinder, feeling the irregularities smooth out, her huge, trained muscles rippling as it did so.
Sawyer took the blade she was working on out of the forging oven with metal tongs and went to the power hammer to forge the edges, holding the celestial bronze steadily under it as the machine hammered down on the sides with brute force, denting it in until the blade became sharp. Her clothes (a masculine graphic shirt and camo shorts) were already stained and burned at some places, several holes still smoldering. Sawyer literally didn't have one garment that wasn't somehow damaged by her work in the forge, not one. Not that her clothes mattered anyway.
The power hammer was done grinding the edges, so she removed the blade and stopped the hammer before binding her greasy black hair into a messy ponytail. The Latino girl then took the blade to the belt grinder for polishing and removing micro burrs. Orange sparks flew as she applied it against the grinder, feeling the irregularities smooth out, her huge, trained muscles rippling as it did so.
