Even if it wasn't readily apparent in Barricade's tone, Qilby could sense a shift in his demeanor-- now that the tides had turned, the robot mercifully wasn't moping anymore. He wasn't sure if it was his partner's new confidence or that always-pleasant vindicated feeling he got from it that kept his arm strong and his feet planted firmly on the ground even in damp, soft silt... But honestly, he didn't care. It was simply good not to feel helpless again.

"As you wish," he conceded. Best not to keep the violent metal claw waiting. Expecting a lot more thrashing around from the kishin egg in a second or two, Qilby furrowed his brow, dug his heels deeper and bared his teeth in what might've been a grin. Then, he squeezed, like he was crumpling a piece of paper-- the bone and cartilage bent and creaked sickeningly beneath his Weapon's fingers, but there was yet more unexpended power in his grip.

He could just try to end it quickly, but it was far more interesting to see how much the creature's bones could take before giving in.