[ juno looks at tsera for a moment longer. they don't have much time between the two of them and the beast that's straining in it's trap that's creaking and whining against its weight. glancing between it and the street that they've now considered to be part of there plan, he purses his lips together, grabs up another bit of debris and tamps it against the pavement, stomps on the hanging bit that won't do them any good and pulls it away with a grunt. ]

Fancy name for impaling it. We're gonna have to work on that one.

[ he doesn't trust easily, bringing the pikes over with a hustle in his step, passing them and immediately setting to work. ]

If you're so sure it's gonna work, [ he jams the first pike into a mound of rubble, wiggles it around, palms cut against the metal. that's going to bleed, it's going to leave a mark. he'll take it. he turns, it's patch side. he doesn't want to see anything like reassurance, he can reassure himself even as his blood is pumping in his ears. ] then let's turn this asshole into a goddamn pin cushion.