[ Dammit. He can hear the fighting better than he can see it, and even as the dust starts to settle, no longer showering down from the broken ceiling, it's hard to parse what's in front of him. That hammer is - definitely not what it looks like.
But Arcade has his pistol out by the time the second creature swings in low. He can't prevent that nasty strike, the sound of sickly flesh and rotten blood splattering across concrete, but he can stop the next. A burst of glowing plasma strikes the creature in its side, melting through that bony ribcage and making it lopsided, throwing it off-balance. Another one strikes it in the leg, a second after, burning it and sending it reeling. ]
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But Arcade has his pistol out by the time the second creature swings in low. He can't prevent that nasty strike, the sound of sickly flesh and rotten blood splattering across concrete, but he can stop the next. A burst of glowing plasma strikes the creature in its side, melting through that bony ribcage and making it lopsided, throwing it off-balance. Another one strikes it in the leg, a second after, burning it and sending it reeling. ]