Indeed, as an armorsmith, this is all I can do.
However—
The hammer was raised high, before it slammed down onto the red-hot metal.
(If only, I wish that the one wearing that suit of armor could be a hero.)
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As the shotgun projectiles were fired, the girl had already leapt from the back of the unicorn, shielding her face with her intact left arm, and charged straight into the heart of the shotgun storm.
In the eyes of the assault vehicle crew, this was an undeniable suicide mission.
Even without considering the threat of the projectiles, anyone would understand the danger of jumping from a galloping unicorn towards a moving wheeled assault cannon, let alone a three-year-old child.
320 steel balls, each 1.5 mm in diameter, were fired in a fan shape, and any target standing in their way was sure to be riddled with holes.
Under normal circumstances... that is.
