The tundra creation.

The Tundra.

She had broken another sword while practicing a more advanced style of the sword art. She sighed but had expected it, she needed to create a new more durable sword that was worth using. It was raining outside as she came in to her temporary forge. As a crack of lightning started up she would throw some coal and wood into the furnace to start the heating process. While it was starting to burn she heard and looked up to see another crack of lightning. Perhaps she should honor the storm with a matching blade. This gave her the idea for the basis as she took out her battered hammer and gloves. She wore only a tank top and shorts as she watched the heat rise from the now heated furnace. She took out the junk swords she had gathered so far, they were going to be put to use now. She started by placing them in a black iron bucket and putting it nearly inside the furnace. While waiting for it to melt she took out an empty mold and sat it out on the anvil. The metal was nearly done melting as she grabbed chunks of black iron from her stock. She used these by placing them inside the mold to further shape the sword. The next crack of lightning came with the boiling of the junk scraps she had put in. Pulling the bucket away she would consider the soup of iron in front of her. She would then drag it over and dump it into the mold. She placed the other half on and taking it in prongs would put it in semi cool water causing it to steam excessively. She brought it back to the anvil and opened it up to reveal the red hot metal. Placing it down she would take her hammer and bring it down, occasionally in time with the lightning as sparks flew. She had to reheat the metal several times and it was midnight before she was done. She dunked the blade in ice cold water, rapidly cooling it until it was safe to touch. Bringing it outside she would set it out in the rain and sit there waiting. It was in a clamp, holding the top skyward. She would wait to see if it could hold up to the elements. She had made it in the storm, so if the storm allowed it to stay her creation, then she would keep it. The loudest clap of thunder accompanied by the shockwave of lightning striking so close nearly knocked her over. However after a moment the smoke cleared, and the blade was slightly darker in color, however still there, and in usable shape. It was almost stronger in durability then when she finished it.