[Horrible tissue damage is preferable to being eaten alive from the inside. Even if he has to do unspeakable things to the dwarves to correct the infection, he'd do it. Also, there isn't sufficient metal in animal tissues to metalicize the body. There is however, sufficient carbon to create something far stronger, and potentially just as lusterous. Unless the protoforms had an insatiable hunger for raw metal bars and metallic ore bearing rocks, they can't become tinmen on their own. Cyber-synths, with a secondary high-tech nervous system and crazy strength, yes. Metallic, no.]
Weird gritted his teeth.
The infection was cannibalizing the tissue at an alarming rate.
"I'm sorry.." he breathed, then used some of the magic he had sworn to himself that would never use, and would take to his grave. It disturbed him greatly that there was a legitimate use for such a horrific thing, and he hoped the suffering and lives of those who were sacrificed to make it would find justice in its use for good.
Wild colors danced in the misty air as the glove amplified the effect, focused not on the patient, but on the spreading technology corrupting him. Protiens denaturated and fused into useless gobs, metal ions bound forcibly into long chains with silicon and nitrogen, and carbon recombined violently with hydrogen and oxygen in the blood syrum.
Udib screamed in a way that would haunt him for the rest of his life. This magic was *made* to be painful. Unimaginably painful.
Weird tried to tune it out, but it was too terrible. He bent his will on the invasive false-tissue, burning it with everything he could force through the glove, and watched as foul smelling gasses and the stench of burnt flesh hissed out of the now ruptured black veins on udib's sides.
He kept at it. It only took seconds at this rate, but it felt like hours; his head doing gymnastics to overcome the adaptations the micromachines were implementing to overcome the assault. Chemistry was powerful, and he knew tricks the robots aparently didn't.
Switching gears, now that the invasive forms had been forcibly recombined with biological compounds in udib's blood, and rendered into inert globs of amorphous carbon and denatured proteins, he set about trying to repair the horrific dammage to the tissue. In attonement for his use of the sadistic magic earlier, he accepted the penalty of the more profound magical healing; the kind that dealt pain on the caster. The same, horrible, nearly unendurable pain he had just pushed poor udib through.
His wails pierced the night air like a scythe rending flesh.