Motion flares in his periphery, and Rinzler spins around to a... 'thwap'. Something else you probably won't get to see that often, Livian. Rinzler's mask tilting down to the now grounded object.

He's still not sure what it is that hit him.

Still, that's hardly reason to hold off on retaliation. The program's fleeing (prey), diving towards a heap of... squishy. Objects. Rinzler sorts identification to second priority, and flings his first weapon in a flat arc towards the opponent. He's following right after as he readies the second.