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Elysia raised an eyebrow.  [color=ed1c24]"Well i wont take yes for an answer, so i guess we will have to fight for it."[/color] her eyes seemed to dance with a mischievous light. Hearing him start to cough as he jabbed the sword into his shoulder, Elysia felt a secondary twinge of guilt.  

[i]Damn it Elysia.. you suck!  Look what you've done![/i]

She needed to get the hell out of here before she caused him more trouble or something.  So she made a noise like a horse snorting and backed up into the hallway.  The chest piece really had a nice dent in it, and some of Jaque's blood and the blood of the Jaggi was staining the surface.  Even though it looked fairly.... busted, it wouldn't be that difficult of a repair.  A little water to remove the blood, heat it up for a bit, use a hammer to bend the dent back out.  Add a bit more more materials to make sure it didn't lose its strength, then polish it with oil or grease, letting it sit overnight.  Taking another step back, she nearly bumped into Roland.

[color=ed1c24]"Sorry."[/color] she murmured, turning to take Jaque's chest piece to the forge.

And then Roland asked for help, saying something about an igniter unit or whatever.  She set the armor she'd been carrying against the wall, next to Jaque's open door.  Then she wandered over to the guy and surveyed his Gunlance.  [color=ed1c24]"You made sure it's not going to explode in my face, right?"[/color] She asked cooly.  Since she had worked in a forge for most of her life, she knew exactly where the igniter was located.  However, she was hesitant to stick her face anywhere near the thing.  Roy was an experienced blacksmith, with years and years of training.. but.. apparently even blacksmiths made mistakes.

He'd been looking in the end of a Gunlance, telling her to pull the trigger while he took a look at the igniter.  And when she did, the Gunlance had exploded with hot fire, shooting a blast right into Roy's face.  She would never forget the stench of burning flesh as her mentor had just.. collapsed.  Shaking the thought of his charred, nearly skeletal face away, Elysia tried to look nonchalant about helping Roland with his Gunlance.