((HP: 24))
Markus was slapped in the chest by the wad of sludge, mid leap to cover, and was slammed into the steel floor cabinets behind him.
If that wasn't enough, the feel of the cold sludge splorting onto his chest and the spatter rising from his chest to decorate bottom of his chin, behind his bandana.
He rose to his feet and ripped off his bandana, with a sneer of disgust and locked his eyes on the creature, his eyes regaining their former blue hue with an intensity fueled by his new backache, his screeching nostrils, and new chin decor.
The mops and brooms from the supply closet began to glow with with the same intense blue aura and levitated from the ground and became level with the creature and pointed at it as though taking aim.
Then all at once they rocketed through the air toward the beast with deadly intent.