[i][b]As she slammed him to the ground, he stood back up almost immediately. The adrenaline was pumping through his veins at that point, so his arms - which were completely metal - hadn't even hurt after that. And when he stood, that's when the retaliation hit hard. He lunged for Leyla's throat using his right arm, the one that wasn't painted to match his skin tone. When he looked into Leyla's eyes, she had seen the face of a killer, a man that has fought many and lived. He kept his cold, metallic grip for a few moments, having locked his arm into place, before he let go, allowing his opponent to breathe. [/b][/i]