The crystal is gripped tight, tongs in their right hand, and heated, and struck - at first lightly, testing it, then with all the considerable strength they can use, crushing and reforming it.

"Will you be able to handle the mana from a second?" Arkangel inquires, removing another crystal from the crate and bringing in to the fire. Sure, Renault is smiling, and his gaze never wavered, but you can hear the effort in his breathing, and with the way the mana surges, he may as well be the one getting shaped under the hammer.

But if he answers confidently, back to the anvil it is! Surely he knows his own limits.