Raice just kept his mouth shut.  He would wait for the right time to act, but he was clearly not capable in the social aspect of this confrontation.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Arget shifted his weight and kicked off the living corpse instead, sending himself into the wall to his right and springing to the ground to Alhanda's left, about two yards before her.  Snapping his head back, his dislocated jaw painfully snapped back into place, and he laughed manaiacally.  "Now THIS is FUN!  No wonder..." He fired off three rounds in succession point blank - hoping to disrupt, kill, or even see another miraculous maneuver - "...you are so feared and revered!" He licks his lips.  "Whoever dies here..." he thinks aloud, "...best make the most fun we can of it.  Why are all the hot ones evil fucks?"  His offhand springs back to attempt to deflect with the wrench whatever she is pulling free.