Gray held his mechanical forearm, his flesh and blood hand clenching until his knuckles were white. "Seemed it was a normal training mission," Gray explained. "My team was assigned to hunt and kill a pair of King Taijitu. Turned out that it was a whole nest of them. We fought to the last one.

"The only member of our team who wasn't hurt was Pyrrha," Gray finished. "She's just that strong. I lost my arm in a single bite." He smiled, masking the painful memory. "I made 'em into boots, belts, jackets, and bags. That set I sent you for your sixteenth birthday was the spoils of war."