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- The woman stared down at me in horror. Her weapon was lodged into my breastplate, but the points at which weapon and armour met had blurred and run together. The blade had finger marks burned into it, but it was the pool of cooled steel that forged the blade to my breastplate that caused her to swear angrily. She didn't have a weapon anymore… she had a long, metal stick with a suit of armour forged onto the end of it. Melting it into my armour and forcing it to cool… the process would have killed any other person.
- A shame for her I was immune to the heat from my own forging.
- —Forged Destiny [Book 2: Ch. 11]
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