[ It is, if he doesn't miss his mark, an extremely low-carbon alloy of steel. It registers in him as not-quite-steel and not-quite-iron at the same time; when he tried to burn it, it felt like every single cell of his body gave a lurch at the same time. Half of him tugged backwards, half pushed forwards.
His head is agony.
He peers up at her, jaw set. Palm pressed against his temple.
Kill her, he thinks, but God's voice remains silent within him. It's just reflex, now. ]
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His head is agony.
He peers up at her, jaw set. Palm pressed against his temple.
Kill her, he thinks, but God's voice remains silent within him. It's just reflex, now. ]
Steel.
[ Which probably won't explain anything. ]