The siblings will probably be pleased to find that Bentley is completely surprised by the ambush. Panic takes hold reather instantly - almost as instantly as he realizes he's inhaling chloroform. He's already taken in three inhales too many, though, vision swimming and blurring. A few more breaths and he'll be out.

His heels dig fruitlessly into the ground, dragging as he's pulled back. I need to get to my arm, he thinks; but before he can act, it's taken hold by the other assailant. The hunk of metal is rather useless unless he tells it what to do, by pressing the keys hidden under a panel on the wrist. (Not to mention, his right arm is getting too heavy to lift - only manages to elbow the girl in the side.) Its strength is dependable, at the very least, giving a good fight against the man. There's only so long you can struggle, though, with your air blocked. It's not long before his eyes start to roll back, and hearing starts to fade.

The weight of the metal falls into Evan's arms, and the rest of him follows into the limp state. Bentley never saw their faces, but he doesn't need to. He already knows.