[@2b3heart]Before he knew what hit him Blood was in the air dangling by his mechanical arm. Small dents began to form in his arm, dents and small cracks in his helmet. "ONE DOES NOT SIMPLY CRUSH MY ARM!" Blood roared and clenched his fist, he turned his wrist to the right and with a click the arm mounted SMG shot forth from a compartment at the top of his fore-arm. The position offered a perfect line of fire to aim at her wings. He opened fire, within a few seconds 50 rounds was fired directly at her right wing.