A gesture crushes the gun he carries, smashing the metal in around his hand even as a thought uses the iron in his blood to hurl him into the center of the yard. And with a final contemptuous wave he is crushed in a sea of tumbling steel. The metal around me shudders, and I tear two large pieces away, folding and manipulating them as I walk towards the front of the scrapyard. I feel them contact my shoulder blades, sinking through the human looking skin to fuse with the cold steel beneath. Seeker Ranged attack hunts target.
Attack is equally effective at range and up close.
Gazing about at the iron graveyard I stand in, I come to a descision. A steel plate tears and compresses, folding into a serpentine length of overlapping metal scales. I say to the construct and release it, sending it slithering off into the storm. I feel a slight twinge after the hours pass. What I do care about is that my construct has found who I was searching for.