Forged Destiny [Book 9: Ch. 7]

Weiss and I hauled an empty Construct to the forge. We earned more than our fair share of odd looks. To those not in the know, it must have seemed like we were carrying a dead body, albeit one that, on closer inspection, was just a little too angular and a little too dull. The Constructs looked nothing like Penny, who could pass easily as a human as long as she didn't open her mouth – of her chest cavity. These Constructs were bulkier, simpler, with angular arms that had an elbow joint, but no wrist or fingers to speak of. Their arms were instead tipped with weapons. A sword blade on the left and a flail on the right, with three barbed and spiked heads.

The whole thing was made of Ironwood, which was in itself a feat of concentration from the Archmage. I couldn't imagine how hard it would be to make the whole thing in one sitting, let alone the hundreds we'd seen arrayed in ranks and ranks within the CCT.

"Never again," Weiss panted. "Next time you need one of these carrying, ask Nora. Or Yang. Ah!" She sagged on one of my stools, face in her hands and sweat dripping between her fingers.

In all fairness, we had just carried a solid metal Construct bigger than we were across Beacon's lawn.

—Forged Destiny [Book 9: Ch. 7]