[Matt hears himself calling out to Bradbury, reacting to the swing as Xanatos makes it. No matter how soft his footsteps, there's no hiding the telltale rhythm of his heart or the sounds his muscles make as he swings the mace.
He has enough time to move clear and let Bradbury dodge freely if he can, and enough time to charge at Xanatos and grab at the mace to try to wrestle the weapon loose from his grip.]
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[Matt hears himself calling out to Bradbury, reacting to the swing as Xanatos makes it. No matter how soft his footsteps, there's no hiding the telltale rhythm of his heart or the sounds his muscles make as he swings the mace.
He has enough time to move clear and let Bradbury dodge freely if he can, and enough time to charge at Xanatos and grab at the mace to try to wrestle the weapon loose from his grip.]
Drop it, you sonuvabitch!