"I wasn't asking for military grade."

He backed up swiftly from an electrical claw, but he was back to digging his claws into another blot just as he saw Seto from the corner of his eye use the gun itself as a weapon.

Better than shooting firm marshmallows. Once he bodily tossed the ruined blot away with his jaw, he raced to the one attacking Seto, teeth sinking in to its side and he firmly yanked it away.