The sound Brighella makes when Mezzetino rips his throat out would be a scream if it wasn't drowned in blood - it's more of a bubbling gurgle as he arches upward. And that last bit of movement is the key - he feels the gearshaft break under him, though he disguises it with a jerk and a broken moan.

His eyes open slightly, just slits, and he assesses, hazy as his mind is - Mezzo is distracted, lost in his shattered body. Brighella can focus, pain is just pain - he learned this lesson a long time ago. It means nothing to his will. The moment to strike is... now.

As Mezzetino roars with pleasure, Brighella seizes the gearshaft, pulling it out of his chest and slamming it upwards, aiming for Mezzo's throat with all his strength, hoping to jab the jagged edge through it. Chains of primordial ice wrap around his limbs and yank him backwards, slamming him to the ground as they bury themselves deep in the floor to anchor him.

Brighella pushes himself up slowly, surrounded by the iridescent glow of his power as he heals, taking a few steps forward before he rests with one foot leaning his weight on Mezzetino's chest. He grins, teeth still covered in blood as he takes hold of the gearshaft. "That's... better."