The dragon's harem Chapter 394 Arad Vs Mira

As the sun was about to fall behind the mountains. The last streak of light faded. Mira walked out of the workshop carrying a dium-sized sledgehamr on her shoulder.

Arad stood outside the forge, looking at her with a smile, "A nice hamr. Is it usable?"

Mira stared at the hamr with a smile, "It should be, but I won't know until I tried it in fights," She lifted the hamr and carried it with two hands. "It's designed to be carried with two hands but can be used with one. The nails and black powder are stored in the shaft and get fed up into the hamr head using a spring. I only need to reload it once every ten shots."

Arad opened his arms, "Want to test it?"

Mira stared at him with a smile, "Can I test it on you?"

Arad looked at her with a grin, "Co at as hard as you can," with those words, ti seed too slow for Mira. She could see the afterimages of Arad's hands dropping, his body shifting to the left as he prepared to charge at her.

Mira remained still as she watched, her body too slow to reach.

Thud! Arad reached her side, swinging his open palm at her face at a trendous speed.

Her body finally started moving, lifting the hamr to her side.

BOOOM! As Mira lifted the hamr, Arad's hand hit the hamrhead, igniting the charge inside and firing the nail.

Mira rolled to the side as a cloud of smoke filled the air, her arms screaming in pain from the recoil. The nail rested on the other side of the garden, stuck to the castle wall.

Arad stood in the smoke, staring at his wrist. "Now that's a hit," He smiled, a hole drilled into his palm, "To think it would penetrate my scales."

Mira barely managed to stand, growling as blood dripped from her forehead. She was hit with so shrapnel above her ear.

"AHH!" Mira grunted, wiping the blood and looking at Arad, "I need so goggles, earplugs, and gloves." She held the wound on her head with one hand.

"You okay?" Arad stared at her, and she nodded, "But a scratch, let's keep up," She smiled, and then glared at Arad, "You tried to slap ."

"I intended to stop before hitting you. But you managed to reach in ti," He lifted his hands, smiling as the wound on his palm closed.

Thud! Mira rushed forward, clenching her fists on the hamr and screaming, "Die!" She swung down at Arad's head.

Arad gently moved his head back, dodging the strine, "Die? You're cruel,"

A grin crossed Mira's face for a split second. She pushed her left foot on the ground and clenched her teeth, forcing the hamr's weight to shift.

The hamr was now heading toward Arad's slightly bent left knee. KABOOM! Upon impact, the hamr bounced back lifting Mira from the ground. Arad growled as the nail pierced from his knee down and nailed his foot to the ground.

Using the montum of the recoil, Mira twisted her body, swinging the hamr toward Arad's head with a roar.

A smile crossed Arad's face. Nothing pleased him more than his wives being strong, and now Mira who was the weakest has enough strength to defend herself. He lifted his arm and caught the hamr by the shaft before it could hit him.

The smith watched from a distance, his mouth gaping.

"Isn't Arad her husband? Why is she trying to kill him?"

"She can't hope to land a hit if she wasn't that determined. Arad isn't soone you can face halfheartedly," Jack replied with a passive face. "He won't die from those hits,"

The smith stared at the fight, confused, "A hit to the knee could end the carreir of any adventurer."

Arad giggled, staring at Mira, "I caught the hamr. What can you do?"

With a grin on her face, Mira twisted her wrist, and the hamr head started smoking.

Arad's eyes opened wide as it flashed. BOOM! Another nail flew right through his elbow, forcing his grasp on the hamr to loosen.

The recoil sent Mira back with the grin still on her face. She landed on her feet, shifting hamr weight to rest on her shoulder.

"I did put a manual trigger in the shaft," She showed Arad the small black bump of the shaft. "I don't need to hit anything to ignite it," She said with the hamr smoking behind her head.

Arad stood, healing his elbow as he smiled, "A nice trick, But that recoil can't be good for you." He stared at her shaking knees and gargling voice. She's exhausted and drained from enduring those three hits.

Mira sighed, "You're right," She stared back at the hamr, "It needs so modifications. A lightning charge would be nice as an alternative, so gloves and armor would go a lot to protect ,"

CRACK! Arad pulled his leg from the ground with ease, throwing the nail on the ground. He then approached Mira, "Buy anything you need and take all the ti you want."

Mira stared around and then back at Arad, "Lightning stones are a bit too expensive, but can I buy two or three?"

"How much are they?" Arad asked, but Mira shook her head, "I don't know the current prices, but last I saw them. They sold for seventy gold coins a piece."

Arad nodded, "Buy as much as you need."

Mira smiled, "I can take three stones and link them together. I will then store them in a wooden box on my back and use a copper link to link them to my gloves, which hold the hamr." She said with an excited face, "More copper links on the shaft would guide the lightning to the hamr head to hit on each strike. But I need a switch to toggle it on and off," She went on, "I also heard mithril can conduct mana extrely well while being very light. If I made an armor with multiple lines of that, I might be able to deflect magic with it or use it to charge the lightning stones."

Thud! Arad patted her head with a smile, "Feel free to try everything," He stared at her, "I can afford the price, I guess,"

"I would!" Mira said with a smile, putting the hamr down.

The blacksmith approached them, "That was amazing, I never saw such a weapon before,"

"It still needs so work," Mira replied, "But I will get it done soon enough," She smiled.

"She's a hard worker," Arad lifted her in his arms, "It's almost night ti, let's go,"

The smith stared at them, "One last question," He shouted and looked at Mira, "Are you an artificer?"

Mira smiled, "I guess it's obvious. I'm an artificer with a carpenter subclass."

Artificers are a class that has no magic or fighting skills, but they compensate by making powerful tools, items, and trinkets to help them fight. Most weapons and armor of the world were invented by artificers who shared the secret of their craft with the world.