-Hymn-
Perfect... Just... Why?

Almost everyone stuck with him in the room tried to get a good glimpse of the monster. It irritated him to no end that they could get each other killed if they started clustering around the monster. That girl with the spiky hair was being a bit rude, and it annoyed him with her seemingly high and mighty attitude. She wasn't doing anything to make any of this better, only whining about it, and telling them to stay put... As Hymn eyed the arm, he looked at the other two who barged in, and noticed the spiky haired chick had a pipe with a sharp end.

"(Ok, where the fuck did she?... Nevermind... But I think I've got a better plan now.)"

Hymn threw the rope he was holding to the side, and went at the violin stick arm on the Friagne. If he could break that thing off he could avoid a situation where one of the girls became minced meat. "You wanna help, then fine! I'll explain my plan while I'm..." He held onto the violin stick for an arm, uncaring if he got any splinters lodged in for the time being. As he worked at snapping the arm off, and eyed the girl with the pipe.

"You can bitch at me later for doing some stupid shit if that's what you like to call it, but right now is not a good time... Hurry up and use that pipe to destroy the veins choking her instead of standing there!"

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He soon snapped off the arm with ease ((if that's ok)), and began looking for where his next assault would be. If that thing somehow survived the beating, he would need to figure out a way to disable it from moving. He looked at one of the legs, and with the sharp edge of the stick jammed it into its left leg. He then stamped on the stick to try and break it again so he could use it on the other leg.