Yes. Yes. Like so. Hold it steady. I will have to work one fronded for the time being. This hoofbeast shoe will not bend itself into shape.

[He growled, though it was more at the situation than her. The man definitely looked beefy enough to be some gray-skinned orc, if they came with candy-corn colored horns. He lifted the hammer and brought it down in a swift stroke, barely giving time to set it. There was a heavy ringing and the force of it...

Those muscles weren't for show. He routinely broke any bow he tried to string because he was too strong for the draw, so there was a significant amount of force being brought to bear on the metal as the sparks flew.]