[Bladewolf pads over (though his padding is a heavy, dull metallic "clunk"), and allows himself to settle into a laying position, his tail wrapped lazily around the rest of him. Bladewolf didn't "tire" in the traditional sense, but he took breaks when he could.]

If not a process of elemental condensation, how would you describe it?

[He turns his head to look right at Casey, invested in the conversation.]

It is not. The closest I have ever come to witnessing "magic", was from a cyborg mercenary named Monsoon. His cyborg body was filled with powerful electromagnets, allowing him to manipulate magnetic forces that should not have been possible. He could fall from great heights, and use the repelling nature of his body's magnets to slow his descent to safe speeds, and gather great masses of metal, which he could manipulate destructively despite their mass. He sacrificed most of his organic body in order to attain this power, as the only part of him that was still organic in nature was his mouth and nose.

[Bladewolf projects a holographic image of Monsoon into the air in front of them, showing the degree of Monsoon's cyberneticization.]