[That fire's going to keep all of them busy, that's for damn sure. While they're struggling to put it (and themselves) out, Malice takes that opportunity to strike. Like a coiled viper, he's precise with his movements and pounces like a proper predator—
And that's about when his metal arm decides it simply isn't going to work and goes limp. The claws manage to dash a guy down the back on the way down, but this is not the killing blow Malice intended and now he's stuck somewhere between going "REALLY" and "oh I hecked this up, didn't I".
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And that's about when his metal arm decides it simply isn't going to work and goes limp. The claws manage to dash a guy down the back on the way down, but this is not the killing blow Malice intended and now he's stuck somewhere between going "REALLY" and "oh I hecked this up, didn't I".
...He might need a helping hand, in other words.]