[No! You're wrong! It's not yours! It's his!]

[He can't help the pained cry as his forearm and hand-turned-hammer are ripped free before he can get himself up and away. He'll manage to now, though, scrambling to his feet even as his ARS shunts some pain receptors and closes the severed lines to keep him from bleeding out.]

[Does he retreat, though? Pit no!]