[ Nearby? Arcade twists again, lashing out at the swarming creatures around him. He manages to clear a rough swath, buying himself enough time to struggle up off the ground.
It isn't like standing, and he hasn't had the time yet to acclimate to moving like this - he's only ever barely managed, before. But somehow he pulls himself together enough to accomplish a half-hearted slither, rising up above the fray on tenuous balance. He can pull himself up high enough to peer over the roofs of nearby vehicles, at least, and it keeps him clear of the devourers' seeking claws, which scrape more or less harmlessly off his scales. ]
I'm fine. More or less.
[ The few slices the brains have managed to find purchase with between patches of scales are not a priority; he isn't going to bleed out. What does suddenly feel important, though, is finding Danse. There are shapes out there in the murky, red pre-dawn light, others moving desperately, violently through the chaos. But Arcade can't tell any of them apart, for the frenzy, the confusion still loosely gripping his mind. It's going to take hold again, if he doesn't move—
He swings at a lunging devourer with the ripper gripped in one of his hands, and the guttural, mechanical roar of it fills his mind as he presses down on the trigger again. There are just too many of them. ]
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It isn't like standing, and he hasn't had the time yet to acclimate to moving like this - he's only ever barely managed, before. But somehow he pulls himself together enough to accomplish a half-hearted slither, rising up above the fray on tenuous balance. He can pull himself up high enough to peer over the roofs of nearby vehicles, at least, and it keeps him clear of the devourers' seeking claws, which scrape more or less harmlessly off his scales. ]
I'm fine. More or less.
[ The few slices the brains have managed to find purchase with between patches of scales are not a priority; he isn't going to bleed out. What does suddenly feel important, though, is finding Danse. There are shapes out there in the murky, red pre-dawn light, others moving desperately, violently through the chaos. But Arcade can't tell any of them apart, for the frenzy, the confusion still loosely gripping his mind. It's going to take hold again, if he doesn't move—
He swings at a lunging devourer with the ripper gripped in one of his hands, and the guttural, mechanical roar of it fills his mind as he presses down on the trigger again. There are just too many of them. ]