Lex and Luthor walked up to the dwarf and laid eyes on the sword. Its blade was a little more slender than normal swords, being only one and a half inches wide even at the base where it was widest, with a length of 42 inches (106 cm).
But even this was just a vague shape of the sword, as it had not taken its final form yet. The handle still needed to be added, which would be Lex's bone. Since his right arm was already half burnt, he decided to just use his hand and half his forearm for the handle.
"Have you brought the final ingredients?" Orin asked, without stopping his hammering. He was not giving the sword shape, but beating its spirit into shape, because of course a sword of this caliber would give birth to a spirit of its own.
"Yes," Lex said. "You'll need to take a step back and hide behind my body when I reveal the flame, or you might not make it."
