"Raptor Christ, why is this always my luck?" I mean sure, he wanted the thing to die a moment ago, but he wanted to not be set on fire even more. It seemed like it could make for a convenient tool or bait for the next floor's monsters, but alas, such a thing was not meant to be. Magtok backs away and holds out his left hand, hoping to keep the monstrosity at least an arm's length away, with the arm that doesn't really matter too much if it gets set on fire. He'd try shooting at Feltok, but this is really more of a two-handed sort of firearm, and Asaigh seems to mostly have this under control, right?