Ray began.
Three crisp rings rang throughout the room as he lightly tapped the metal with his hammer, breaking the silence.
Power pooled at Ray's feet and ran up his spine, surging into his arm then his wrist. Ray twisted his body, the air whistling past as he simultaneously swung his two hammers in an explosive strike.
Two booms thundered out, the sound loud enough that the entire room and glass window panes trembled.
My god! Is he forging or is he trying to smash apart that table?
Harold's eyes flashed in surprise as he felt his body resonate with Ray's strike. He then frowned, quickly releasing a strange aura to dispel the sensation.
Ray whirled around, using the momentum of the rebounding force of the hammers to attack the heavy silver with greater ferocity than before.
The room reverberated with the resulting blasts of sound. If one listened carefully though, one could hear quieter, fragmented rumbles.
