The metallic claw of the suit squeezes around Spy's neck. He could easily break the Frenchman's neck right here right now if he wanted to, and end this entire fight.

But he doesn't. He wants to draw this out... He wants to make this last, watch the life drain drip by drop from Spy's eyes..

Engineer moves the suit to instead move from pinning Spy against the floor to against the wall. "How's it feeling Frenchman, eh? Takin' this Texas style." He taunts, voice a little distorted from coming within the metal mecha suit.

Spy glares just that much colder. Eyes darting around subtly, trying to find a way out from this situation. To get this— thing off him.

The engineer only lets out a lot chuckle.

"Nobody' comin' to save ya now Frenchie.." The voice slithers out slowly, full of pure hate, utter bloodlust.