"He's just smashing ice with a hammer, what's the point?" Ralph could sense the cold energy from the ice but he was not sure why this was so important. However, when he felt a heavy fist puck him in the side and send him to the wall of tools, he was stunned.
"Brat, you say another word to distract me and you become fuel for my forge fires!" The blacksmith got even closer and watched Clark channeling his energy. The method was ludicrous. No blacksmith would ever channel all of their internal energy in to their hands.
