A slow smile crept across Arget's lips.  He shakes his head.  "You may weigh a lot to the average man, but to me right now, muscle and plate... are nothing." He thought it more than he said it, because he couldn't breathe yet with that last blow to his midsection and crotch.  This was of course, a lie, but not much more than a sprained wrist of a lie.  With his pinned position he arced his back - unable to tell the Chiro was coming.  His limbs went up, lifting her about halfway to the ceiling and even off if she couldn't get her grip.  Had he made something more of himself from his last meal, he might have had what it would take to send her to brush the ceiling, but rather than rolling away (he wouldn't get anywhere anyway with those bodies beside him) he snatched up the dart fallen from his wrench earlier, and drove it into the joint-spot of her wrist, shooting for a vein.  He snapped his head up into her snout to give it that debilitating sting that only a hard blow to the nose could do.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Raice was getting his wind back.  The chains were loud, but his hand crept over his with airy silence.  "Just one more question.  You got anyone close to you, you want us to help?  A couple people?  How many?"  It was a cheap trick, acting like he couldn't hear a number, but if he could get this one to raise a finger or two with his free hand even a foor higher...<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>P.S.:  If Alhanda is wearing any grenades, I pull the pin.  If she has any weapons, I go for the draw.