GWANG!
The steady beat of something hard and heavy seeming to strike against something else of similar status seeming to echo out into the air of the area which surrounded the blacksmith’s forge, as she swung down her hammer Samantha Salucci could feel her arms and shoulders searing a little bit from the hours which she had spent pounding metals upon the anvil, and yet despite that she continued to crack that club down over and over again until the assistant with whom she had spent the day working told her to stop.
The young man pulling away what would apparently prove to be their final piece for the day with his gripping tongues and dropping it into the trough of water nearby to cool, he pulled off the thick and protective mask he had been wearing all the while to protect himself from the heat and stray embers while our lady lead did the same, and then drew the sleeve of his good arm across his brow as he announced the end to their shift with a noted satisfaction.