Laying on his belly his eyes scanned the forest, scanned till a glow rose. Blinking the male moved more and strained his eyes. In the distance was a fire, a fire on a man. He was about to jump down when he realized this fire was not normal. He moved and soon heard the bell and made a face, great the bell. Dropping down he followed Battler and huffed and puffed before he was nearly caught up. So this was a student, least he wasn't the only one who liked being out of sight. As he followed he noticed this was a weapons class, he rubbed his hands and smiled. This would help him.<br/><br/>Not anyone could make a gun with their mind or blood like he could, all thanks to Metalica the silver ball he carried. Ever since he got his arms hurt by the Fox he was able to shift metal into anything he wanted. Though he had to touch it to do that and Metalica was special, it had been a knife his father used for hunting. He had it melted down and made into a ball with the name "Metalica" put in it. No matter what it turned into the name would appear on it, because he made sure it did.<br/><br/>Looking around he saw Heather and blinked, she was the one who he helped out. He smiled and the listened before crossing his arms and looked to the table. Guns, they had metal in them... looking around at the table he began to think which one would be easy to replicate. Mainly he was looking for a better version of the Glock 47. Sighing he picked up a normal hand gun and sighed, he could tell the metal was inside but he wanted to see it. Maybe he could ask later to come by and take a look closer.<br/><br/>He had made knives, tools, and other small things but never a hand gun or any type for that matter. This would surely be interesting for him.