[The jacket doesn’t stand a chance once the bot zooms towards it, though it should keep Hellachopper busy for a while yet. The knife slices through the fabric with ease, but there’s plenty of said fabric to be mauled to shreds, and the article of clothing slides this way and that as the angry arena bot’s actuators whir and work in unadulterated fury.

Markus eyes Hellachopper with visible (and warranted!) suspicion before bringing his attentions back to the young man who just saved the state of his ankles.]

…Thank you, Noctis, but I can get down just fine.

[He’s not as utterly useless as this whole comical circumstance might lead one to believe. He can manage to drop down a few feet, planting himself back down on the floor and straightening.]

It’s keeping him distracted that’s becoming the growing issue while Connor’s away.