Orders given, Hookwolf drew the majority of his flesh into a condensed point in his ‘core’, felt himself come alive as more metal spilled forth.
I guess the fleshy bits feel a bit like a false front?
Only his eyes remained where they were, set in recessed sockets, behind a screen of shifting blades.
That sounds like a weak spot if I ever heard one.
He was half-blind until the movement of the blades hit a rhythm, moving fast enough that they zipped over the surface of his eye at speeds faster than an eyeblink.
But at least it’s protected somewhat.
Also, turns out Hookwolf’s face is a whirling blade pitcher.
He let himself fall from the third floor window and hit the ground in a state that was more liquid than solid.
Hm. I suppose that’s the main difference between Hookwolf and Weld. Weld is solid metal, while Hookwolf is more a shifting, liquid-esque pile of weapons.
Blades, spears, hooks and other twisted metal shapes all pooled on the pavement, absorbing the impact.
Case in point. With Weld, the impact would not have been absorbed, and the pavement would probably crack.