Luciana
cause it makes me that much stronger
makes me work a little bit harder
makes me work a little bit harder
Clang.
Smash.
Hiss.
Those sounds reverberated through the forge. The only light came from the fire ever burning in the furnace and the weapon, which glowed red hot, being shaped on the anvil.
Luciana's brow was furrowed, eyes narrowed, lips pinched. Her eyes were bloodshot, but if anyone asked her she'd tell them it was from the smoke. Even now, it writhed around the area, more alive than the wooden looking Hammer.
She flipped the sword she was working on and brought her hammer down once more with what some might call excessive and unnecessary force. The blade already looked brutal and sharp, but anyone watching could see her dissatisfaction writ large upon her features. Another series of sounds filled the air, covering up anything and anyone else in the world.
Clang.
Smash.
Hiss.
Smash.
Hiss.
Those sounds reverberated through the forge. The only light came from the fire ever burning in the furnace and the weapon, which glowed red hot, being shaped on the anvil.
Luciana's brow was furrowed, eyes narrowed, lips pinched. Her eyes were bloodshot, but if anyone asked her she'd tell them it was from the smoke. Even now, it writhed around the area, more alive than the wooden looking Hammer.
She flipped the sword she was working on and brought her hammer down once more with what some might call excessive and unnecessary force. The blade already looked brutal and sharp, but anyone watching could see her dissatisfaction writ large upon her features. Another series of sounds filled the air, covering up anything and anyone else in the world.
Clang.
Smash.
Hiss.
it makes me that much wiser
so thanks for making me a fighter
so thanks for making me a fighter
