'Hurrdrrh hudduh hrr!' yelled the pyro, still spouting incomprehensible gibberish from behind his broken helmet. Streams of napalm rained down harmlessly around John, their arcs redirected by small bursts of his biotics. Ducking another blast from the flamethrower, John grabbed a table from a nearby restaurant and hurled it at the bounty hunter. Slotting another heatsink into his shotgun, John fired to either side of the table's path, correctly predicting that the pyro would try to sideslip. A cloud of micro-flechettes took the Wyld Hunter in the kneecaps and dropped him as his leg gave out. Scattering a thrown bolt of elemental flame with a biotic shockwave, John charged, slamming his Essence-wreathed fist into the pyro right as the merc lashed out with a burning punch, catching them in a cross-counter.<br/><br/>'Dammit,' Joyeuse muttered.<br/><br/>With his kinetic barriers shattered, John keenly felt the elemental fury of the pyro's punch, Gold Experience ablaze with Essence-fueled fire. Built-in insulation and environmental controls did little to protect from Terrestrial charms, and skin blistered and burned as John felt himself cooked slowly from within his armor. The Dragon-Blood, meanwhile, would end up needing replacement teeth and reconstructive surgery for his jaw and right eye. He would probably also need the armorglass from his broken visor surgically removed. Without breaking stride, John lifted the fallen pyro by the neck.<br/><br/>'Stop,' the mercenary gurgled, 'please. I give. Don't kill me! I'll tell you everything I know about the Johnson who hired us!'<br/><br/>'I'm not going to kill you,' John growled. 'I'm just going to break every single bone in your body.'<br/><br/>'Wha--'<br/><br/>'You can tell us all this from a hospital bed.'<br/><br/>Panicking, the pyro went for a pistol holstered at his side. The Solar was faster. He threw the mercenary at the nearby technosquid with Crashing Wave Throw, enhancing the move with Second Impact Flourish. Such was the force of the collision that the mercenary bounced back towards him. John charged, following up with a flurry of punches and Dome Shattering Smite. Seconds later, the poor mercenary crashed back into the ground with a heavy, painful crack, cratering the ground as he landed.<br/><br/>'Vital scans tell me he's unconscious,' said Joyeuse.<br/><br/>'Good,' John replied. 'Send a ping to C-Sec. Get some paramedics down here to treat the wounded.'<br/><br/>'Are you sure you don't want to kill the robot squid first?'<br/><br/>'We'll be done with that long before the medics get here.'<br/><br/>John plucked a sticky grenade from the pyro's belt and tested its weight as the tentacled construct slithered closer, its screens gibbering in maddened tones as rugose cable-tentacles reached for prey, the wires within spreading and searching like so many tongues. Satisfied, he primed the explosive.<br/><br/>'Hey,' Joyeuse interjected.<br/><br/>'Yes?'<br/><br/>'Bet you can't stick it.'<br/><br/>John's reply adhered to one of the tech-demon's screens with a satisfying hiss.