"You think you know how to craft as a true blacksmith?" Agatha's voice was full of real anger now.
"You call yourself a blacksmith, but you just keep on denying who you really were in the past!"
"You make those useless, peaceful things and act like you're doing something good for the world, but real craft requires sacrifices for the greater good! It takes understanding that making and breaking something can be the same thing."
The wooden structures attacked in a planned way. Greg's shield work became a blur of movement, blocking and redirecting, but there were too many ways to attack.
One spear cut him on the shoulder, making him bleed. A sword cut Hilda's arm, and she screamed but kept fighting.
Elwen's plant magic grew stronger, and vines burst through cracks in the stone floor to wrap around the legs of the constructs. It slowed them down, but Agatha's control was too strong. The wood of the constructs just changed, growing sharp thorns that cut through the vines.
