Screaming, constant screaming, that was the only thing coming out of Springlatch's trap as he bolted from the armory before it, and any raiders nearby, where blown up with the force of an armory full of explosives. A brief moment in his mind wondered if there'd be any survivors for either side after that or if he'd just up and killed EVERYBODY in one swift motion. Though such a thought was quickly put out. Ears ringing still from the blast, he now realized why gunners where so hard of hearing when wearing their helmets. So much vital noise dampening. He probably wouldn't have noticed the approaching zaziggi duo if it weren't for the fact that he was still looking in their general direction. Angrily he glared at them, seeming unable to catch a break, as black lightning arced across his body and danced between his claws and talons. He'd get low, very low, as they came at him and quite ready to attack once they got close enough.