Myra nodded slowly. *alright. Ill get a dagger. Light, but durable. And remind me to go find some cloth or something.* she grinned. *i got an idea.*

Ash rolled his eyes. *oh, here we go.*

Darius
Darius moved the crucible to the middle of the cave, and stepped behind Ash, out of the line of fire. (Pun intended.)

Ash shot fire on the crucible, and Myra left the cave, saying, *ill be right back.*

10 minutes later, Ash finished, and Myra returned, carrying a shredded black hoodie and gloves. She layed then down, and began cutting and trying it together, often adding rope or an area to hold the dagger.

Darius
Darius lifted an eyebrow, and, when the crucible was cool enough, he dumped it like he did the last one. The slag broke off, and Darius took the slugs to a large rock for an anvil.
(Let's time skip to when the weapons are done.)

(Sure)

When they were done, Ash was sleeping, and Myra was almost done. After a second, she grinned, then threw it one. Turns out, it was a good cloak thing.

(Imagine an Assasins Creed cloak, make it pitch-Black, tear it a bit, and you got it.)

(Okay)
Darius
Darius put together a scabbard for his sword, and had a sling for the ax ready.

Ash groaned and woke. *is the axe almost done?*

Darius
"It's been done for the last two hours," Darius replied, tossing it to Ash in its sling.

Ash rolled his eyes and took it, then waved it around a bit. *nice.*

Myra looked up. *what about my dagger?*

Darius
Darius held it out to her. It was about eight inches long.