George smiled broadly, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he stood before the piles of scrap metal.
Sparks danced in his pupils as if the thought that the process of creating something with his new magic hammer ignited something inside him.
Daniel crossed his arms with a skeptical look. "You really think you can make something useful from this junk?"
George turned his head toward him, grinning instead of looking offended. "Just wait and see, boy."
Myles raised a hand, cutting short any further teasing.
"Alright. Let George work. The rest of us will go out again. We still need more metal."
Ethan who was no now standing without a partner, lifted his head. "What about me? Should I go alone?"
Myles smirked. "Why? Not brave enough yet?"
Ethan's eyes glinted with confidence as he raised his twin pistols. It was two sleek rune-lined weapons with pale blue light of lines.
"I'm brave enough now because I have these Rank B weapons. I can handle myself."
