Namir steel bones

"No?" The man drew out a cigarette, offered one that Saxon refused, and
then proceeded to light his own with an ornate petrol lighter. "I am a
great believer in the notion of 'right place, right time, right man,' Mr. Saxon."
He took a long drag. "And that is you, at this moment."

Saxon noticed the man's arms for the first time; they were like images from
old medical textbooks, skinless limbs packed with dense bunches of
artificial musculature over steel bones. Top-of-the-range, mil-spec
cyberlimbs. For a moment, he measured himself against the stranger,
wondering if he could take him on. Saxon concluded that at best, they might
be evenly matched.

- Deus Ex: Icarus Effect, Chapter 2 pg. 61

A man dropped from the open compartment behind the black helicopter's
cockpit and strode toward them, glancing around, taking the measure
of the situation. He reminded Anna of Saxon in manner, sharing the same
wolfish stride, the same trained economy of motion in everything he
did. Muscular cyberarms made of dull steel bones and bunches of dark
crimson muscles caught the streetlights. He cradled an assault rifle in a
deceptively casual carry across his torso.

- Deus Ex: Icarus Effect, Chapter 13 pgs. 362