Malcolm doesn't make a sound when the nightstick cracks down against his hand. It wasn't the pain that made him lose grasp of the knife, because he hardly felt pain anymore. At least of such trivial sources. It was the force of the blow that knocked the blade from his fingers, sending it flying.
"You're good. Sacrificing one baton to keep in step and take my knife hand. Do you play chess, Mr. Daredevil?" The obvious quip about sacrificing pawns would be a cliche play, but he settles on just smirking and letting actions speak louder than quips. He releases the baton quickly and moves back, mechanical hand going into his coat to produce a small throwing star. A flick of the wrist and it was airborne...
...on a collision course with Leonard's barely conscious form, leaving it up to Matt whether he stopped the star or let Snart take the blow. Odds were, as soon as Matt turned to save Snart, Malcolm would strike him in the back.
The Atom flew right between Matt and Malcolm, miniaturised until just before impact. He let his size return to throw himself shoulder first into Merlyn. At that speed, there was almost no way it didn't crack a few of the Dark Archer's ribs.
"He won't be down long!" Palmer called.
"Pyjama Party, get Snart outta here! Me an' Haircut got the assassin." Mick came up behind them, gun already primed and ready to spray fire in Merlyn's direction.
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"You're good. Sacrificing one baton to keep in step and take my knife hand. Do you play chess, Mr. Daredevil?" The obvious quip about sacrificing pawns would be a cliche play, but he settles on just smirking and letting actions speak louder than quips. He releases the baton quickly and moves back, mechanical hand going into his coat to produce a small throwing star. A flick of the wrist and it was airborne...
...on a collision course with Leonard's barely conscious form, leaving it up to Matt whether he stopped the star or let Snart take the blow. Odds were, as soon as Matt turned to save Snart, Malcolm would strike him in the back.
The Atom flew right between Matt and Malcolm, miniaturised until just before impact. He let his size return to throw himself shoulder first into Merlyn. At that speed, there was almost no way it didn't crack a few of the Dark Archer's ribs.
"He won't be down long!" Palmer called.
"Pyjama Party, get Snart outta here! Me an' Haircut got the assassin." Mick came up behind them, gun already primed and ready to spray fire in Merlyn's direction.