Niko traded grins with Cal, wild-eyed and toothy himself, and darted into the opening Cal provided, blade flickering at it plunged deeply. And there, a nice little hole like it was just made for him to shove that grenade right in there, the side of his hand skinned raw against bones like steel and concrete.

The tentacle caught him around the arm this time, and yanked down, but the grenade was set and Niko barely had time to register the ominous pop from his shoulder before he was in freefall - and the ground was much, much farther down this time.