[He doesn't need the warning, remembering all too well Mammon's transformation on stage. He'd felt helpless then, knowing bullets wouldn't do shit against that behemoth, and it's hard to see how a knife would do any good now. Blitzø backs up a step, the raw anger starting to fade in the face of what is probably about to be a really fucking stupid way to go out.
The attack isn't targeted, but a limb catches him in the shoulder with a sickening, meaty thunk and Blitzø snarls wordlessly. It hurts like a bitch and for all it seems like a convenient target, his knife slides off the metallic surface harmlessly.
Blitzø has enough time to figure that he's probably done now and glances over to where Fizz is... standing up and dragging Mammon's limbs together like some weird fucking lasso of arms?? It drags the one in his shoulder free and Blitzø staggers, turns it into a run for Fizz.]
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The attack isn't targeted, but a limb catches him in the shoulder with a sickening, meaty thunk and Blitzø snarls wordlessly. It hurts like a bitch and for all it seems like a convenient target, his knife slides off the metallic surface harmlessly.
Blitzø has enough time to figure that he's probably done now and glances over to where Fizz is... standing up and dragging Mammon's limbs together like some weird fucking lasso of arms?? It drags the one in his shoulder free and Blitzø staggers, turns it into a run for Fizz.]
Fizz we have to get you the fuck out of here!