I mean it could be if it was the right kinda people in the right kinda circumstances, [an enemy, for one. That'd be fucking hilarious, for sure.] but these ain't it. We've got a job to do, y'know?
Lemme clear this now. [That odd brand of viciousness and humanity again, and Chuuya tugs Fyodor back enough of a ways to make sure no debris will hit the man before lifting the pie tin.
He doesn't give a warning, because he figures his words are warning enough. First he bends the tin in half, then it begins to glow crimson, the thin metal compressed and flattening sharply even as it rises into the air.
A flick of the wrist, and it flies forward to slice through the tripwire, the speed and force used making it as good as a razor. Chuuya's arm is already raised to block any debris that might make it this far to them, but he's pulled them far enough away that when the spiked platform descends there's no harm to either, aside from some dust and some damage to the flooring.
The mangled pie tin is embedded inches deep in the wall beyond.]
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Lemme clear this now. [That odd brand of viciousness and humanity again, and Chuuya tugs Fyodor back enough of a ways to make sure no debris will hit the man before lifting the pie tin.
He doesn't give a warning, because he figures his words are warning enough. First he bends the tin in half, then it begins to glow crimson, the thin metal compressed and flattening sharply even as it rises into the air.
A flick of the wrist, and it flies forward to slice through the tripwire, the speed and force used making it as good as a razor. Chuuya's arm is already raised to block any debris that might make it this far to them, but he's pulled them far enough away that when the spiked platform descends there's no harm to either, aside from some dust and some damage to the flooring.
The mangled pie tin is embedded inches deep in the wall beyond.]
There we go.