The Grand Battle S2G1! [Round Six: Eddelin City]

Originally posted on MSPA by Dragon Fogel.

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Arkal found himself alone on the raft. Jen had been swallowed by the shark, Xadrez had knocked Kracht into the water and been dragged down with him, and the Ovoid... well, it was the Ovoid. It had simply drifted off somewhere, for purposes nobody else would ever understand.

Looking around, he knew he couldn't swim; his anvil would rust, not to mention weighing him down. So instead he went to work.

Arkal had noticed that the raft was made of a particularly durable type of wood. The supports keeping it together at the edges seemed to be a rope made from a lightweight metal. And the raft was in good enough shape, despite the shark's attack, that Arkal could grab some stray bits for materials.

The smith immediately set to work. He dropped the anvil and forge, so they wouldn't weigh him down as he gathered what he needed. He noticed a length of log of about the right size, and grabbed it. There was a bit of the metallic rope tied around the end, already severed by Xadrez' work; Arkal quickly unraveled it. He smiled; it was just the right length.

He then produced a small axe from his belt, and chopped the log in half. It took some time, despite the strength of the axe; but that only spoke to the wood's effectiveness.

The next step involved a more specialized tool. Arkal put away the axe and took out a small hand-drill. He carefully poked a hole into the end of each log, twisting the drill in until he was satisfied.

Finally, Arkal returned the drill to his toolbelt, and went over to his forge. He held one end of the metallic rope inside, heating it up. Once it was hot enough, he place that end into the hole in one of the logs, then quickly doused it in the surrounding water to cool it and hold it in place. He repeated the process with the other log, and held up the new weapon proudly.

"Not bad work, if I do say so myself!" he said to no one in particular. "A bit specific in its use, but it's easy enough to carry. Not like that door-shield I had to drop when I put on the jetpack."

He slung the oversized nunchuck over his shoulder, and retreived his anvil and forge. He then looked on the surrounding horizon, and saw a ship headed his way.

"Ah, I must have been at work longer than I thought," he said. "Well, at least I can get moving now." Arkal held up the scrubot mace and pointed it towards the sky, then let loose a blast of flame. "That ought to get their attention."