[b]Finch[/b]

It was rapidly turning out that coming to this show was not worth it. More Epics seemed to be showing up with every second, only exacerbating the sort of chaos that Dragon Heart had wanted to avoid, if Finch did not miss his guess. Sure, he was more restrained about it. But others were spreading panic far beyond the location of the actual fight. The Epic letting his arm get bitten didn't exactly help calm anyone down, even if his limb was surprisingly intact. 

"This is what I get for playing nice," Finch muttered to himself, resisting the urge to rub his forehead in exasperation. At least everyone was gone, and he could return his glass constructs to their original state. 

Not soon enough though, as he found himself with an unpleasant welcome from someone who was very familiar. Finch didn't forget a nuisance. "Not right now," he replied as the Snapper became even more agitated because of the manhandling it was receiving and further provocation. "I think we're all a bit busy at the moment." His glass powers kicked back in as he formed two batons, staying out of the way of the harebrained scheme that the other Epics had thought up, and bracing himself for when it didn't work. There was crazy, and then there was monumentally stupid, and this plan fit the latter more than the former. 

[@Sedjwick]