[Zim Rage]

"Sure," Zim said, "I've got lots of sacks of coal and wood in the back, let me run back and get some." Zim sat down the ordinary war hammer and ran into the forge only to carry out two large burlap sacks of coal. He then went inside and rolled out one of his mobile anvils. Lighter weight, and on a pedistal with wheels, it made it's self usefull for repair jobs. Setting a bag up on top of the pedistal and anvil, it made it a little bit short for a regular person, but Zim is just practicing the swing so it didn't much matter.

Zim looked to the guard for some approval on the set up and drew the warhammer up to his shoulder. He thought about how it looked when Xavier did a slight example swing. He hands were spaced apart, one of them consideribly closer to the hammer head, the other more towards the end. He swong from his side, not from his shoulder. So Zim took the hammer down from his shoulder and held the hammer like he had seen Xavier, he then drew his hammer back and brought it forward swinging from his side, as he swong it, he let his hand in front slide back towards his hand in back to help the hammer swing more on it's own naturaly.