It was a small block of dull metal, unmistakably gold.

The door was a dull black metal, right in front of him, sealed electronically.

It went down empty and came back up with a gun the colour of dull metal.

Each rendered piece had to look like real metal, shiny or dull.

Of some dull metal which was the same color now as the ground which had held it.

The tunnel ended in a smooth wall of dull metal.

He ran hunched over, a standing cup of dull white metal in his hands.

This was accompanied by a chain of the same dull metal.

He slammed the butt of his weapon against the dull metal.

His hands moved and he returned holding two bits of dull metal.