59 Chapter 59 - Warmachine Turns (1/2)

”Ain't she beauty?” Kenji said, grinning ear to ear while three blacksmiths and their apprentices continued to hammer at the masses of red hot iron.

”What am I looking at?” Jack marvelled, unable to understand what all these huge iron plates and straps were supposed to form.

”A little trick that might see victory that much more likely. Used to call it a min/max strategy back in the day, but all you need to know is that this will be effective.”

”Because of this opinion that iron somehow damages Fae magic?” Jack rose an eyebrow, ”you could pile on as much as you like, without the magical properties to magical items like those Starfire bracers I don't see this doing much more than annoying the enemy.”

”Well, living rent free in your opponents mind has a benefit in itself,” Kenji whispered, and sat down on a crate while he watched the blacksmiths work.

Slowly, Jack let his sword sheath rest against the wall as he took a seat of his own. Seeing Kenji stare into the flickering forge with such intensity, Jack started to chuckle.

”What's wrong, do I have somthing on my face?” Kenji frowned, patting down his nose.

”It's just strange. If circumstances were different I feel as if you could have been one of the choir boys I grew up with. I'm having trouble remembering what you are, and yet, I also have trouble remembering why I should care.”

Jack continued to chuckle, as the whole purpose of the crusade seemed so...weak. Here in the forges blasts if heat hit his face, powerful men worked alloys of the earth into huge plates and some creature wearing a boyish youth like a coat had orchestrated the whole thing.

”Mabye we should get a beer then, you and me. We have time you know, and it's good to let off some steam once in a while,” Kenji stood up, and offered a hand to Jack.

With one hand Jack clasped the silver knife at his belt, as he stared at that outstretched hand. He felt in his mind how easy it would be to pull Kenji close, and to feel the blade sink into the monsters chest.

The thought made him sick.

Stowing the silver blade away, Jack grasped Kenji's hand and was lifted to his feet.

”Hey check this out! I'm amazed Almanac was able to get this made, but it's going to be really cool!”, Kenji said excitedly pulling Jack to see a huge spike Morningstar and lair of thick armoured gloves, all sized for a giant.