@myrmidon_: "NO!" Higgins barley had time to exclaim let alone yell as his body was cast aside like a throw pillow. Myrmidon would no doubt notice the strange consistency of Higgins upon grabbing him, unlike a humans. His gaseous body proved useful when he hit the tracks, going farther to demonstrate no electrocution on a suit made of rubber and glass, no organics inside. Higgins's hands actually deflated, his upper arms becoming larger just enough to let the makeshift cuffs slip off.
"So be sir!" He leaped off with a battled shout, his metallic fists now carrying a small electric charge and went for a strike on Myrmidon's jaw. Agency training had to be occupying the mind if he even hoped of standing toe to toe with this man. Chop to the larynx, kick towards left shin, followed with quicker stomp towards kneecap. But this was the appetizer to a more peaceful solution.
Higgins extended his hands outwards, the metallic tips popped open to puff out a decent amount of ectoplasmic gas right on Myrmidon. It reacted negatively with the living, usually causing nausea and cardiac arrest.