Exion grinned, worked like a charm. '' The art of alchemy, is most commonly thought of with metal. it's the art, or magic, of being able to turn one metal into another with will of thought, or power.'' he said as he looked at her. her crimson hair rivaled his own, though his had black streaks running through out it, he still thought it funny. His hair fell over his eyes, which was more than likely the best for him at the moment. after a few moments, he took off the Silver trench coat, and laid it on the ground. it fell stiff as it left him, as if completely made out of metal, and hardening when it left his body. His pale arms showing from his sleeveless crimson red turtleneck. '' If that makes any sense.'' he said as he touched the ground. he closed his eyes, and made some sort of non-sense in the dirt. '' Magic, is the basis for everything.'' he said after a few moments, and held out hid hand, raising it slowly. a metal pole stuck out, and as he touched it, it changed shape, getting sharper, as if to use to stab something. he flipped both slabs, and set the rod against the metal poles, turning back to her.