He felt a tingling in his feet just before they began to go numb. He sat back down, worried about having been cut by rusty metal and began to try and take the boots off. He couldn’t manage before he stopped being able to feel his legs below the knee entirely. He sat there for a second, worried about what was going on, when he felt cloth ripping.
His pants separated from the boots almost like he had been wearing shorts and none of the cloth had gotten inside them. His skin was almost melded to the metal, but then it began to spread. His shins expanded to match the size of the greaves and as they ripped through what was left of his pants and his underwear, he stood up in a panic, barely managing to maintain his balance. He tore off his shirt and saw that the metal was stopping at his waist, but below the waist, he looked like a suit of armour.
He panicked and grabbed at his waist to try and pry the armour off, but his hands became stuck and started to sink into his sides. His armed merged with his torso as he began to scream for his friends, but they didn’t come. Once his arms were gone, his torso began to sink into the pelvis of the armour, eventually leading to his head sinking in, until the suit of armour legs were empty.
However, his screams hadn’t been missed.