Efficient movements. Bladed limbs. Rinzler was almost disappointed when a twist of motion revealed the red blood seeping out beneath the plating. User. Or... not? The blood matched, and the shape, if different, was still close enough to fit, but he'd never seen a user flare from inside with that kind of light, hidden circuits sparking up to life.

Blood like a user. Claws like a gridbug... or virus. But the circuit light was clear enough, if oddly structured. Rinzler badly wished he had the energy to run a proper scan. Lacking that, he kept a careful watch and stayed in motion. The lesser threats needed to be dealt with first regardless, and with the maybe-user drawing their attention, there were more than enough openings.

Two steps up the wall and a midair twist (as one lunged in behind), and Rinzler flipped off from the surface, hitting the back of the remaining pack with a precise display of angular momentum. Two dropped before they had a chance to react: one skull caved in by a baton, and another's torso crumpling under the force of Rinzler's landing. He flattened almost to the ground, sweeping back to take the one behind him at its knees, and came up just as quickly, paring down the closest targets with an almost artistic fluidity.