Can Korra Metal Bend Novels & Stories

It was validation. "They forge the weapons that keep the Savage Men at bay," Kesi said, raising her voice slightly over the din of the hammers. "The metal is drawn from the deep roots of the world. It requires immense physical and magical strength to shape. Our smiths are among the most respected women in the Cradle."

I said firmly. Korran’s eyes locked onto mine. “I already have,” he replied. He moved again. I met him head-on. The impact sent shockwaves through my arms as our weapons collided, but I held my ground. The baby pressed against me shifted slightly, and I felt the echo flare weakly in response, trying to protect itself despite the suppression. “Stay with me,” I whispered under my breath, though I was not sure if I was speaking to her or myself. Korran pressed harder, his strength amplified by the crown’s twisted power. Every strike carried weight that felt unnatural, as if something else was moving through him.

He channeled some energy into his fingertip, drawing out the ones within. Bit by bit, silver-white ripples of energy emanated from the metal, and it sparkled in his hands. Zephyr forced more of his energy into the metal, and that made it shake violently. Loud cracking sounds suddenly sprang, followed by deep gashes into the metal. Finally, a golden staff was sifted from the metal case, its refractions were similar to jade. “Meteor metal! This is the legendary meteor metal!” Zephyr exclaimed. He could fashion a legendary weapon from this!

"Let me show you what happens when restraint finally ends." Silver fire erupts from her, but nothing like what I've ever produced, nothing like what any Moonborn I've trained has ever managed. It doesn't just surround her. It reaches outward, and I watch in horror as the chamber itself begins to bend, stone walls rippling like water, the enormous ceiling arching upward as though the entire structure is nothing more than clay in her hands.

I slipped behind the door, scanning quickly until I found what I was looking for: a metal bar that Kairos had me break yesterday. I carried it back to Alec, who looked at me as if I had finally lost it. “This,” I said, standing in front of him. “It is stainless steel. Pretty durable, yeah?” He didn’t respond, just stared, so I tightened my grip and snapped it in half. The crack echoed through the room, and I handed him one of the pieces. “Here. Try.” Alec took it slowly, warily, and tried bending it. His arms trembled with exertion, his jaw clenched, but nothing happened.

Sethlzaar dared to ask. Sigael let out a grunt Sethlzaar interpreted as a sign of affirmation, then frowned, and Sethlzaar believed the priest had an idea of what he wanted. A few more strikes and time in the furnace had both rods bending. While the longer bent outward, the shorter bent inward. Beating the initial grey metal, Sigael shaped it to the length of the dark metals, slanting it at its end so one point rose to the height of one while the other descended to the other.

said Alejandro. “I like that plan. The bars are entirely made of dense silver. It would cost too much energy to transform it all into iron or steel, but I could easily coat it so we wouldn’t get burned when opening it,” said Coralis as she sat to look at the bars. “If we are going to escape the human way, to be consistent with what we want them to believe, we need to figure out how to replicate a key without having to beat up a guard to take theirs. That would draw too much attention, and they would send backup,” said Alejandro.

Maddox leaned against the wall and looked at me, seemingly resigned. "So what? Are we supposed to die here? I disagree; there has to be a way out. You are the King of the dragons; your strength is greater than a werewolf's; why are you sitting here like a condemned man? Move!" I struggled, trying to bend the thick metal bars. "See these pretty bracelets?" He pointed to the shackles around his wrists and ankles, "They are made of a combination of gold and titanium and infused with magical venom." He rustled them.

Mark felt like a car hit him, but the robotic suit absorbed most of the inertia from the impact. Now on his back, Mark had to put the armored suit to work, and he used it to block the reinforced, flexible titanium that covered 2Pac’s four knuckles. Mark tried to block every punch that 2Pac attempted to bring down on his half-exposed face. One punch from 2Pac slipped through. The metal man’s fist contacted the top part of the robotic suit’s hyper-alloy helmet. Mark had to get 2Pac off of him and he knew if the robot punched him in the face, he would break every bone in his jaw.

Just the endless dark and the frantic pounding of my own heart. Cold metal bites into the tender skin of my wrists as restraints snake around them, binding me to the chair with brutal efficiency. The work of an Earth witch, I realize with a sinking dread. They're notorious for their ability to manipulate metal, to bend it to their will as easily as breathing.