The end of the hilt popped open, and immediately, a purple-black butterfly emerged. It fluttered around Gale's head, wings beating furiously, before settling down to land gently on Michael's stomach.

"That's what I came here to give you," he said, pointing to his stomach. "It's called a tease. A-- friend gave it to me." Well, that was awkward. "It'll take a bullet or a blast for you. Only one though."