The Least Common Denominator

LXI.II Thermodynamics

I found myself sitting on the ground as I let my fingers run through the improvised suit of armor Phillipe made. Observing every unnatural seam I encountered for any sort of weakness or holes, I licked my lips as I held the hammer in my right hand; my mind already running through a dozen permutations of the same few runes as I weighed their pros and cons for the given situation.

In such a scenario where the suit of armor was a literal piece of shit hacked together with duct tape and sheer force of will, the number of runes this thing could possibly support was drastically reduced due in part to the lack of actual stability and sturdiness of the armor in question. The seams were doing a spectacular job of holding it all as one cohesive unit, but it will never be as good as making the entire thing in a single cast of pure iron. Not that it was bad by any definition. It was still the best thing we'd ever get