If his timing had been faster, they might have avoided the threat entirely. Then again, Chara hadn't exactly given notice in advance. Rinzler accepts the compliment and (more awkwardly) the thanks, inclining his mask a fraction.

A shift of power, scan-sense stretching out a little further. No threats in range, but Rinzler still glances back before he crouches, hands coming together to merge his active weapons to a single blade. Hand free, he calls up his TAB's holographics.

Status?