Nikolai
Not all truths
Belong to the light
Belong to the light
Nikolai holds the metal as still as he can while Annika works, not wanting to cause a mistake or injury. Once that part is done, Nikolai shifts his focus to Annika's advice. "A ball or prong? To stabilize and concentrate the energy enough to shoot?" That's his best guess at least.
Before the blacksmith or Wessex even get a chance to reply, Nikolai is sorting through the collected metal. "Aha!" He pulls out a few long and tapered pieces of metal. Each is about as thick as a bō staff. "Does this work? We can probably make a prong out of these." He offers the metal bits over to Annika and Wessex. A prong seems like it'll be more intimidating than a ball anyway. Why not make their defense weapon as intimidating as possible?
Before the blacksmith or Wessex even get a chance to reply, Nikolai is sorting through the collected metal. "Aha!" He pulls out a few long and tapered pieces of metal. Each is about as thick as a bō staff. "Does this work? We can probably make a prong out of these." He offers the metal bits over to Annika and Wessex. A prong seems like it'll be more intimidating than a ball anyway. Why not make their defense weapon as intimidating as possible?
Some lie in wait
For you to step into the shadows
For you to step into the shadows
