[The sound of grinding gears pierces through his head like a lance, and the smirk returns again; though it's less of something confident and cocky- instead, it's more dark, possessed with some sort of unshared knowledge.
His focus slips off the limping one for now; it'll take a few moments to get back over to the middle of the fray. The one that just shoved him back a foot or so has become his focus. He doesn't punch. Instead, Nathan's hands curl into claws as he aims for what would otherwise be considered the jugular in humans.
There's vulnerability on the necks of everything. Even things encased in metal have places where fingers can grip, can pull at plating and bend it away, rendering the defense useless.
And that's what Nathan's trying to do. The single minded focus one might attribute to something rabid, seeking to destroy things senselessly, drives him to try to expose any wiring, any gears, any points he could drive his hands into and rip things out.
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His focus slips off the limping one for now; it'll take a few moments to get back over to the middle of the fray. The one that just shoved him back a foot or so has become his focus. He doesn't punch. Instead, Nathan's hands curl into claws as he aims for what would otherwise be considered the jugular in humans.
There's vulnerability on the necks of everything. Even things encased in metal have places where fingers can grip, can pull at plating and bend it away, rendering the defense useless.
And that's what Nathan's trying to do. The single minded focus one might attribute to something rabid, seeking to destroy things senselessly, drives him to try to expose any wiring, any gears, any points he could drive his hands into and rip things out.
It just depends on if he can get to it.]