Armor

I formed the hammer in my hand within the span of a second. The next second, I made another manner plate that I began to hammer and form into a T-Rex chest piece. I recalled the exact thoughts the mana had been formed with on all of the copies. 

'When an enemy shoots at me, I will raise my shield. I am the king of the Island. None can stand against me. When an enemy steps towards me with a sword in his hand, I will activate my fire and he will burn from it. Since I am the king of the Island, my voice must command respect.'

The words made me cringe, but I did not care that much. As I continued, A glowing orb appeared in the air and I felt a loss of mana. The orb of mana flew into the piece of armor and shaped it. Scaly spikes formed over layers of leather. The color of the armor turned tan and brown, and it looked just the same as the other piece had looked.