Raice scampered to his feet, only to be met with the vicious claws of the same arm he'd stuck a moment ago.  He yelps as his own blood spatters from a gash across his chest - multiple gashes.<br/><br/>"I... have had... enough... of YOU!" Raice skitters beneath its hulking form... only a little faster, but exponentially harder to catch with his relative size and maneuvering.  This time, he grips the lacerated arm coming for him once more, and pulls himself up, gripping the handle of the kukri with the chain dragging behind, and making now, a swift, decisive strike to wedge the blade into the spinal column - the soft spot just beneath the back of the skull, right where the vertebrate seem to end.  With any luck, he could stop this hulk from moving - and if he kept the blade in there, from regenerating the damn nerves.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Arget yelps as the blades skit inches away and his own jolting drops him into the room below, right between them.  With an instant to spare, right in the fracas, he elbows the guard to his left in the solar plexus, throwing him off balance for an instant.  An instant.<br/>From his right, a blade was another instant from greeting his skull - it met the barrel of his gun, parried on luck, instinct, and just a little skill.  Huffing, the halfbreed takes a step back into the other guard, crouching and bringing his elbow into the crotch of the one he'd previously struck.  He has no shield, however, as he stands between them still; instead, he jets out from between in a panicked sprint, trying to keep them both in sight even in these closed quarters.<br/>The blade swipes again from the one still in the fight - Arget's Nagant erupts in mostly silenced fire, availing him naught.  Another parry and another simultaneous shot - spinning the gun on his finger by the trigger guard and again!  *Fiiit... fiiit... fiiit...*  The silenced shots whip off the walls.  The next time, the bullet off the blade sends his revolver spinning overhead, and the sword as well - reaching for each, Arget finds himself with a saber in his gun hand, and the guard with a revolver in his sword arm - he takes a step back, grins at Arget, and pulls the trigger.<br/>*Click!*<br/>"Haha!" Arget holds out the sword, to find that the flimsy blade has just, in fact, crumbled to pieces from his shot.  "Oh..."  He faces both guards now... one somewhat unarmed and one getting to his feet.<br/>The halfbreed bares his fangs in nervous anticipation...