A LOT meaner than Connie, fuck. Note to self: if he survives this? he needs to go back to sparring with her. Up his game. In the present he snaps an arm between Felix's knife and his throat, the other hand scrabbling up to lay flat against his helmet.

It smells a little like ozone, that could be the sudden glowing pulse of energy he fills the armored plating with- or the cables to the surrounding cameras snapping and powering down. Hard to tell what's what at the moment.

The fizzle and pop is less than the marbles and his arm gives as he twists (lucky), blade catching one of the damn sealed clasps keeping his own helmet in place.