Firo wasn't down for the count yet, but he nearly thought he would be when he heard their furry friends scuttling around. The noise he'd made couldn't have made them happy.

"I'm fine, I'm fine--" He shoved himself to his feet, grimacing as he noticed the deep cut on his arm from the falling weapon. Could have been worse, but it could have been better. He squeezed his arm to stop up the bleeding, realizing what he had to do.

"Just give me a minute, okay? I can fix this. ...But I think you'll wanna stand back. Last time I tried this in the Arena, everything freaked out at me and Jack." As in, they nearly got torn apart by fish and sirens. But they escaped just fine, so hopefully he and Phil would have the same luck...

He watched Phil's eyes for compliance. Hopes aside, the farther the man was from him, the better.