How long has it been since I set hoof in a blacksmith’s forge? Oak and coals burn hot and steel glows red as it awaits my shaping. The night pony smiths are capable but weapons of war require the touch of a master.

Fire and steel, strength and magic; these are the song of the smithy. The finest steel Equestria can provide, the surest blow our hammers can strike, the mightiest magicks I can enchant slowly bring forth blades to rend flesh and spikes to punch through armor. Whatever enemies may bring my ponies will be ready to respond with death.
-L

Author's Notes:

Shout out to the %i% function for letting me not have to keep track of chapter numbers