Come out. Come on. For once, an instruction the enforcer's eager to comply with. The object that emerges is one that any slower user would see only as a blur. A doubled ring of color, a flying, sharp-edged blade. It's the program's disk. The backup; the weapon; the part of Rinzler that Peter's stolen to break him twice already.

Rinzler doubts the glitch had the forethought to bring the gloves it used before. But he isn't planning to leave this to chance. As the weapon streaks forward, a lethal ricochet at head-height through the narrow gap, the rest of Rinzler closes through the darkness, light steps nearly soundless as he twists and leaps off the ice-slick rocks. His lights are dark, sound dampening to silence as he plants a hand off the wall and twists, lower body leveraging for a fast, hard kick to his opponent's gut.