Baz disengages the catches of his arm just as the scientist strikes, growling out with pain just the same. Large fragments of the arm scythe across the room. The rodent nods at Lightning and draws his pistol left-handed, grinning. "You think I'm out?" He growls, snapping off shots at the scientist as he runs up the wall. Cold-steam begins to pour off portions of his head as superconductors kick in, insta-freezing Baz's scalp. Boy is he gonna be in a WORLD of hurt when this is over! He begins to run target-probability routines, trying to predict the scientist's next move and get a hit on him.<br/><br/>"Crys! Can you find me another arm?" he asks "Try to find one with the chaingun and blasters still attached..."