[He can hear the plans going on to target hands, you know. He may have a million arms, but his ears still work!]

So you're going to keep relying on the heroes you make up for yourselves to save you. No matter who it is. No matter what. Is that it?

[The laser beam intercepts Xiao's bomb -- although the blast isn't pleasant, and moves Overhaul rather far from where he should have been, Waltaquin's Frostbind grabs about half; Shuda's explosion spheres are too stationary to go with, unfortunately. There's a moment where he snarls and slams one of his hands down on the ground -- instead of trying to remove himself from the ground, it seems, the entire ground is being carved out, raised to dodge next attack.

Wei Wuxian's bomb attack manages to crumble that little pedestal and damage the armor that he's mostly encased in -- there's at least some singeing, but Overhaul moves another hand, fast. First to the wing, then to the hand.

The damage to both is repaired when they're visible again.]

You're going to destroy these parts of the people you knew, then. It'll be interesting to see how they revive, since you're waiting so patiently for it. Maybe they won't have anything to come back to.

[There's a nasty note to the tinny voice, still covered by the distorted beak on his face. His golden eyes blink wide, staring predatorily at the gaggle of would-be boss fighters.

One finger comes up, two.

One: as Wang Lu goes to move, metal spikes left over from the last fight start exploding one by one in his way.

Two: Psyche's smite takes out the newly restored wing as Overhaul executes a dodge to the side, comes back up.]