Corin grabbed the bracer. It’s been too long…in his hands, the metal rippled and squirmed, like a worm plucked from the mud. It heated up slightly, but not uncomfortably. Almost instantly, the bracer was off and on the counter. Corin set it down and it froze, now bent unnaturally. “One kill,” Corin reminded him. “And I won’t have pewter forever, so make it quick.”