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The lock wasn't really a problem. A few good kicks did the job. As Archer stepped inside, he used his flashlight to look around, since he didn't want anything getting the drop on him.
Picking up a pair of aluminum bats he took a few swings to test them out. They were fine. He reached into his soul, calling upon that familiar trickle of mana, sending it down his magic circuits and into his bat. The image of a sword formed in his mind as the bat glowed brightly for a few moments before dying down. In its place was a brand new sword.
Satisfied, Archer left the shed behind.
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