[u]Within a few seconds, the guns over heat from the constant use. The onslaught stops quite abruptly as the barrels return to being his fingers. As the barrels overheated, his fingers glow red with heat. Quickly, his arms spilt back into six as he charges towards Sketch to meet him in battle.[/u] "[i]Those damned things never work...[/i]" [u]He mumbles this as he charges, taking notice of the change in wind. He unsheathes his axe, dragging his hands across the strings to create a shriek of metal against metal. Sound blasts out, disturbing the dust and creating a cloud to obscure Sketch's vision.[/u]