"GOD DAMMIT." He yells as his arm blows, but they blade didn't retract. He shifts a bar to lock his eblow in a straight line. He didn't have an arm anymore, but it was a weapon, so that was a plus. He thought about the tent but he couldn't pitch it with one arm. He noticed the mist. "Alright, whoever is doing this, I don't have much to do anymore, so you may as well come out." He said in mock defeat, he wanted to draw them out, then assess the situation.