Upon confirming that the teenager was the one who had blown off his arms, Renton attempted to flee, but his body refused to move. He was paralyzed, making his heart race with terror.
"Oh, yeah," Grey smirked. "You tried to use those legs against me, too. Neurotoxins are keeping them from moving now."
"W-When did you..." Renton trembled, struggling to stay conscious as blood continued to pour from his wounds.
"The moment you grabbed that grip, fast-acting neurotoxins were injected," Grey grinned, walking towards him. "That's why you stayed still when it went [BOOOOOM!], turning you into a bilateral amputee," he mimed, sending shivers down the mercenaries' spines.
As he walked, everyone noticed Emma. The brunette maid stood behind Grey, eyes closed, using sound cancellation in her helmet. Shielded from the explosion by her power suit's barrier, she remained blissfully unaware of the carnage.
"W-Wait, you set this trap, didn't you!?" Raymond cried out.