Hassan vs Rebar

— I used his Noble Phantasm to split myself into a group of ten. My duplicates — and it was a bit surreal even to see them — set off without a word and began the task of rooting through the trash and the debris for useful materials for transmutation. A moment later, I picked a direction that wasn’t being covered and started looking, too.

A few minutes later, I had two rusty rods of steel rebar and a circular…thing that looked like it had come off of a pipe of some kind.

“That was fast,” I remarked to myself and…myself. That…would probably never stop being odd. “I thought it would take much longer.”

The rebar had come from one of the concrete pillars holding the roof up. It was missing a large chunk from the one corner, probably where, if I knew anything about science and chemistry, water had seeped into a crack, then frozen, expanded, and just worked its way through. This place had been abandoned for something like twenty years, after all.

“Still…”

It had come off a little too easily. I’d expected to have to fight with it, or failing that, switch to Medea or something and use some precision spellcasting to cut it out of the pillar. A few quick slices with Hassan’s dagger — what was that thing made of, it hadn’t even chipped — and a good, hard yank or two, however, and it had come right out.

It seemed that all my heroes had some level of super strength. Because why not?