Iron Grip

Cold iron. Heavy armor. Then—a twitch! Fingers snapped into gear. *CLANK!* The claw shut with a wicked bite. Hah! Metal Skull is alive! I swung my arm and tapped the grin off that pale bone skull sitting beside me. *THUD.* It skittered an inch across the wood. Solid! Tough scrap! I planted my boot down on the black stand and gave a booming chuckle. Power works. Claws work. Let's make some noise!