Earning Respect

"I don't have much of a say in that." The master blacksmith did not say anything more. The forge spirit had already moved out of the forge. While its form was that of fire right now, Clark and Ralph could tell that what Clark offered had been enough. 

"Then we have a deal. We are trying to make a proper spiritual sword that our friend can use." The forge spirit moved around the still hot metal and reached out to it. In a moment, it had inhabited the glowing anvil. "Ralph, let's start." 

This had been the sign that the forge spirit was on board with everything. Ralph pulled out one of the forging things before the master blacksmith snatched it from his hand. 

"Don't use something like that. Use something with proper form." The master blacksmith knew that his tools were well above what the humans had. Even Ralph's hammer had been made with him in mind by General Green, and that was still not good enough.