Saying that Brandon was at the armory early wouldn't exactly be correct. Instead, the correct thing to say would be that Brandon had been at the armory very late. The previous night, after dinner, he had come to the forge to work on a new weapon, and had yet to leave. A small pile of soda cans was on the floor, each having the distinct dents of someone clutching them tightly before throwing them away. Wiping the sweat from his brow, Brandon lifted the new sword up to get a look at it, a small smile on his face as he admired his work. The smile quickly disappeared as the sword blade spontaneously broke into 3 pieces. His face morphing into one of disappointment, Brandon put the sword down on his desk.
Upon hearing the call for help, Brandon turned and asked "What do you need?" He followed her back to her work station to get a good look at the problem. Looking at her shield, he simply gave a small smile. "This'll be no problem at all." He said, rolling up his right sleeve to show her his mechanical right arm.
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