[b]Phoenix is sent flying forwards, helmet dented from the massive kick. But at what cost? The [i]thermite spear[/i] burns and sizzles through Sal's prosthetic arm, melting through it without mercy (seriously, it's what thermite does). Heaving and sighing, his minigun turns around and fires more explosive rounds as he recovers. But just in case, he keeps his glowing katana at his side in a low 75 degrees angle, ready to arc upwards at [i]any given moment.[/i][/b]