The Buster's beam hit the Duel square in the leg, causing the Duel to tumble to the ground.

"DAMNIT!" Arsenio raged as he slowly began to lose his cool. "AEGIS!! WHY AREN'T YOU PURSING!? TAKE THEM DOWN! NOW!" Arsenio pounded against the controls, which were fortunately built to be sturdy enough to withstand such trauma. As he looked out of his camera and saw the chaos, the last vestiges of his performance medication wore off, and his obsessive compulsive disorder flooded into his mind.

"SHIT SHIT SHIT!!! AAAARRRGGHHH!!" Arsenio grabbed his head in horror as the sight of disorderliness, assymetry and chaos assaulted his eyes. What remained of his sanity and training led him to make one last move: he powered down the suit so that it would no longer respond to the controls. This was trained into him so that he wouldn't cause undue collateral damage and loss of life if he happened to be thrashing while in control of the suit. Though he didn't care about that part, it also prevented him from hurting himself or causing damage to the Duel.

Once it shut down, the camera turned off and all was dark in the cockpit while Arsenio vomited. He wept because the world had stopped making sense to him. He struck himself, he pounded against the controls, and in his tantrum, he could almost ignore the pain as withdrawal overtook him.