His chest had been ripped open completely by the attack, and the shockwave from the impact had most definitely caused major damage to his internal organs. Luckily, Darkside had used his abilities to direct the blood, allowing it to flow normally despite the woulds. Through the massive hole, floating streams of blood could be seen, as if flowing through invisible veins. Unfortunately, despite this, major damage had been dealt to the inside of his body, and in many place his body had been too heavily damaged to continue, the only thing keeping him alive was his worry for Mia. And a lust for vengeance.
Clacking footsteps, as the hard heals of shining black shoes hit the hardened ice that had encased the room. A cane crunched into the ice with every two steps, a beat to accompany the steady rhythm of Bob's walk. Even the sound of his walking was almost musical in nature, a bell to hail the presence of a Demon of the Dance, who had once more descended to walk upon the same soil as those he sought to deal with. He stopped next to Elsa, his breath misting, his smile bright, his eyes glowing up red. When he spoke, his voice was smooth as velvet, and slithered like a snake. "I could ensure your sister's life, you know. Far better than any of these clumsy robots." He chuckles, the sound deep and reverberating, as if coming from a far larger being. "Of course, unlike last time, this is no gift. This comes at a price."