"We're really going to have to have a talk when this is all over." Ty grumbled, trying to shake the knife out of his hand. It seemed stuck on as if it had actually melded with his skin, and pulling against it with his other hand only seemed to transfer it back and forth.

In an attempt to maintain some dignity and because he was curious, he glanced up at the other man. "So what are you exactly that you could control metal or survive injuries better than most? And what did you do that got you shot at so often or get grenades tossed at you?"