*Clang!*
A sharp metallic sound resonated throughout the smithery while small sparks flew everywhere in the air only to vanish without a single sign in the next second.
Khal raised and swung his hammer powerfully from time to time, making the thin rod before him on the anvil shine with a brighter orange hue every time he stroked it successfully.
*Clang!*
Bazz who was standing exactly a meter away from Khal with his bulging arms crossed before his wide chest, showed an indifferent expression from start to finish; even when Khal accidentally missed the rod several times, resulting in his hammer hitting nothing but the anvil's side, he did not show any reaction but continued to look at Khal without a single word.
