Mulberry grabs the nearest heavy object, a large hammer, and turns to face the entryway.
 
Emilia skitters into the room, crawling along the wall, knocking over tools and logs for the furnace. The puppet lunges at Mulberry, but is snatched out of the air by the blacksmith grabbing her out of the air with his pincers and the foreleg with a hand.
 
“By the sun, what are you on about? You are making a mess of my forge, hen!” BcClank says. “Look at you, why are you on fire?”
 
Emilia struggles to get out of his grasp, unintentionally clawing the pile of flesh in the process. McClank reaches over and dunks her into the nearest water source he can roughly, smashing the gryphon to bits, and bisecting her with the large clamp.
 
“Oh. Passed out.” McClank says, dropping the charred puppet on the floor. “Women. Feh.”
 
He then goes back to his anvil, and begins pounding on it again.
 

 

 

 
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