Forged Destiny [Book 6: Ch. 12]

The hammer struck down, the sound of metal ringing out. Flipping the tool over, I brought the hammer down on the other side, straightening the prongs. Over and over, until the three of them had been drawn out, elongated.

"I've got the barrel ready for the quench. Bright it-" Nicholas trailed off.

I winced. "Sorry." My hand came away, the cherry-red metal now a dark black from where I'd used Quench to skip the step, perfectly dropping the temperature.

[...]

I quickly tempered the tool; something that might have appeared the head of a trident before one realised this was Ansel, and that it was a fork for a farmer.

[...]

"Well, apart from these," he said, testing the tips of the fork. They were razor sharp. Great on a weapon, not so helpful on a farming tool. "And this," he added, running a finger over a section below the head which flanged out a little. Again, only useful in a weapon.

—Forged Destiny [Book 6: Ch. 12]