The woman knew that if she stopped, and reflected on the terrible attempt, she would lose steam. She had to keep trying, to keep that momentum going. Her perfect item stood testament to what she was capable of. She had done it once. She could do it again.
Lessa strode across the room, selected one of her few remaining materials, and shoved it into the fire. I'll have to go looking for more materials, she thought to herself.
The sword that she molded from the hot material was nice, but nothing special. "I'll use this for training sometime," she said, setting it aside.
{Craft successful