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Carn:
(Ingur) grabs a few matches out of her pocket "Why, to see who can breathe the biggest flame of course."

(Carn) noting that the metal is the appropriate color, Carn grabs it with the tongs and sets it on the anvil. Quickly grabbing a hammer with his right hand, he holds the alloy in place with his left and begins a rhythmic hammering to flatten out the ingot 

ShadedExalt:
"You've downed a mug and a half of hellfire, I've been sipping at fine whiskey.  There IS no contest."

Koali:
"She just had Hellfire and I have a Prometheus. There is even less of a contest. Now, Ingur, if you would please put away the matches? This Tavern is nice, but it isn't chemsprayed. I think you've had enough Hellfire for a little while, why not switch to something gentler? Speaking of which... Nestor, do we have any soft cider?"

{[AI] Master Bartender Elite Nestor} "Here you go, Koali."

"Thanks."

*Sips.*

Carn:
(Ingur) "The Prometheus would be against the rules in this situation, watch." grabbing a bottle of vodka she fills her mouth with it, then lighting the match, sprays out the vodka which then ignites on the match into a 2 foot flame "That's just a warmup, that's the rules of the games. Pure vodka and matches. No Hellfire. No Prometheus."

(Carn) having hammered the metal into the right thickness, Carn splits off what he doesn't need and puts what he does back into the forge to reheat. he then cools the chunk he wont use and puts it in with the scrap

Koali:
{[AI] Nestor the Pyrophobe} *Chemsprays the Tavern's hull unit.*

"Oh, alright. As for the spark, I can supply it myself. Now..."

*Pulls out an enormous bottle of vodka, takes a loooooooooong swig, and proceeds to emit a small tongue of flame that soon grows to a blazing stream, ending with a large fireball... Then coughs and collapses.*

"Wah! I think I burned my tongue!"

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