Hookwolf staggered to his feet.  He’d taken more damage from the blast than anyone, and his skin hung off in tatters around the arm he hadn’t yet transformed, most of the trunk of his body and his thigh, with lesser damage over the surrounding area.

Fortunately for him, he’s a bit more resistant inside the skin.

Beneath the tatters of skin, as I’d seen with the bullet wound, there was only blood-slick bands and blades of metal.  Hooks and knives all laid side by side in the general shape of human musculature.

Huh. He’s not just made of metal, he’s made of weapons, just like the things he shapeshifts into.

I guess he puts a whole new spin on the phrase “human armory”.

Hookwolf thrust his damaged arm out to one side, and the muscles unhinged like a swiss army knife, revealing still more blades and hooks that unfolded, swelled and overlapped to cover and patch the injured area.

Even the similes used when describing his body go to weaponry!

I wonder, does he have control over this? Did he consciously decide to shapeshift everything but his skin into weapons?

His arm grew with the use of his power, and the resulting limb was three times the normal size, ending in what looked like a two foot long fishhook.

So now both arms are huge, and he’s Allen Walker on one side and Maui on the other. Nice.