In this case, the princes' acting in unison works in their favour. They turn towards the sound and Bruce stops, wraps the wire around his hand, loops it around his elbow, and pulls.
They're too heavy to drag into one tight bunch, and he has to move around to accommodate the fact that the wire gets caught on some piece of machinery somewhere. But with a lot of effort, and with the wire cutting into his arm, he manages to get them close enough that their movement is restricted. Then it's just the matter of locking the end of the tether off - he runs it, another slide and manages to attach it to itself just as a clockwork sword whooshes down and embeds itself in the dance floor, right where his head just was.
He rolls away, and heaves in a breath.
'OK.'
He has three bat-shaped throwing knives left. No bombs. But they need to get the weapons off them in case they cut themselves loose, if only by accident.
He points at the sword stuck in the wood. The prince is still holding it, too trapped to drag it free.
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They're too heavy to drag into one tight bunch, and he has to move around to accommodate the fact that the wire gets caught on some piece of machinery somewhere. But with a lot of effort, and with the wire cutting into his arm, he manages to get them close enough that their movement is restricted. Then it's just the matter of locking the end of the tether off - he runs it, another slide and manages to attach it to itself just as a clockwork sword whooshes down and embeds itself in the dance floor, right where his head just was.
He rolls away, and heaves in a breath.
'OK.'
He has three bat-shaped throwing knives left. No bombs. But they need to get the weapons off them in case they cut themselves loose, if only by accident.
He points at the sword stuck in the wood. The prince is still holding it, too trapped to drag it free.
'Can you cut its arm off?'
He could use that sword.