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With the confidence that there were people still to solve the first challenge Stepney slowed his pace to a jog, no need to push it if he didn't have to. If this was the bar for challenges he should make up the time easy, then again Gramps never did like going all out on his guild right from the start, probably meant that it was going to be a lot harder from here on out. Stepney's suspicions were confirmed when he saw the first of many walls lining the road. He watched carefully as other guild members waited their turn to try lifting the large slabs of stone, by the looks of the increasing strain taken on each slab they were getting heavier the further you made it along the road, additionally some would barely make it to 2 tons or so and continue on.
Stepney waited his turn and made his way before the first wall, he began lifting the stones for as long as he could under his own power, no need to bust out a jack on every one of these slabs. He didn't made it far past 220 pounds/100 kilograms before was panting heavily his bronze arm having reached its limit and his real arm had given up on even helping a few slabs back. Slowly catching his breath took a wide stance in front of the next stone wall.
"All right wall boy, kiddie gloves off" Stepney extended his prosthetic arm he and ran his real one along it until it rested on the back of his hand "Bronze Make: Jack!".
An orange magic circle appeared before the metallic hand and underneath the wall, slowly the stone began to rise as a bronze plate formed underneath it. When fully formed it looked similar a hydroponic press, a small rode of metal extended out towards Stepney with a cog on the end. A normal press would probably have a rode to be turned but it was a whole lot easier to let his machines do the work for him, dropping his stance he removed the hand from his mechanical arm. Stepney thanked the gods again that his arm wasn't directly connected to his neural network he attacked the strange cog to the stump where his hand was and let it rip. If he where to turn it by hand getting though this stage could have taken hours but with his hand he could get past each wall in less than a minute.
This pace however wouldn't be able to be sustained, the hydraulic Jack gave out somewhere after the 2 ton mark the forearm was shredded from the back lash when the stone came crashing down on the mechanism. His wall seemed as good as any having made it further then several members who walked on, content he continued to the next challenge leaving his arm in tatters.
"I'll fix it later" he muttered to himself.
Stepney waited his turn and made his way before the first wall, he began lifting the stones for as long as he could under his own power, no need to bust out a jack on every one of these slabs. He didn't made it far past 220 pounds/100 kilograms before was panting heavily his bronze arm having reached its limit and his real arm had given up on even helping a few slabs back. Slowly catching his breath took a wide stance in front of the next stone wall.
"All right wall boy, kiddie gloves off" Stepney extended his prosthetic arm he and ran his real one along it until it rested on the back of his hand "Bronze Make: Jack!".
An orange magic circle appeared before the metallic hand and underneath the wall, slowly the stone began to rise as a bronze plate formed underneath it. When fully formed it looked similar a hydroponic press, a small rode of metal extended out towards Stepney with a cog on the end. A normal press would probably have a rode to be turned but it was a whole lot easier to let his machines do the work for him, dropping his stance he removed the hand from his mechanical arm. Stepney thanked the gods again that his arm wasn't directly connected to his neural network he attacked the strange cog to the stump where his hand was and let it rip. If he where to turn it by hand getting though this stage could have taken hours but with his hand he could get past each wall in less than a minute.
This pace however wouldn't be able to be sustained, the hydraulic Jack gave out somewhere after the 2 ton mark the forearm was shredded from the back lash when the stone came crashing down on the mechanism. His wall seemed as good as any having made it further then several members who walked on, content he continued to the next challenge leaving his arm in tatters.
"I'll fix it later" he muttered to himself.
