He unzipped his jacket and discarded it to the side, revealing a white undershirt that left two arms made of metal completely free. Before the jacket had even hit the floor, his one arm retracted from the hand, leaving a blade coming out of the point where his wrist should be. Using his other arm, he grabbed a gun that he had tucked into his trousers behind him and readied it. At the same time, a thin machine arm unfolded from the top of his back and hung over his head, the tip of which glowed as though it was a kind of lantern.
Without taking his eyes off of Gus, Maximillian shifted the gun to point at the two prisoners, before squeezing the trigger twice. Bullets cut through their legs, destroying muscle and the femoral artery before leaving, creating another wound.
"Want these two to survive? Deal with me quickly, or they'll die in a pool of their own blood," Maximillian said, pacing back and forth. "Now, which one am I facing first…"