[b]Metal? The man chuckled to himself. Not surprising, considering her jaw. The mall fingers clacked as he pushed his glasses up, a flash making its way across the lens. He placed one hand in his pocket, and looked down at the remaining one spark up, little bits of electricity glowing around it. His hair ruffled as his face returned to you.[/b] I could ask the same. Considering you are currently, or, were, ripping that man apart, I feel more entitled to know. [b]The pocketed hand came out with a cigarette, and the gloves sent a spark through the top, causing it to light. He placed it in his mouth with a tired smile. [/b]