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(( Mah! I hate RPing as other people! I can't, sorry. I'll invoke your life force somehow, and protect you. ))

Espyn nodded and smiled, jumping into the smog, his jewel being a light that all of his teammembers could see because of the linking spell he placed on them all before separation. I know you guys can see the giant blue light... he thought to them all, tucking Morta away in a corner and rising a kryonic ice wall around him, for safety.

Espyn jumped into the smog with his blade, but didn't intend to slice open the machine. That he left to Mort. Instead, he would distract the robot. Howso?

Espyn approached the robot a meter or so away and whirled around a few inches from the ground, water slipping through the debris and the rocks from the earth below and beginning to trickle together into a solitary waterway controlled by yours truly.

((Will do.

Oh,a nd Arch-Raven.. you missed my attack on the 'bot. With something a mite bit more powerful than the shots from the figurines.))

[[Not to mention, that was thousands of rounds, all moving as fast as a normal bullet. If you just stood there and took it, I gaurantee a wire or five got cut.]]

"See you..."

Julian seemed utterly distracted, a quick glance and nothing more, as he slithered his way around the room. He knew the general area the robot had been in.

Well, s**t, no time like the present. A quick flip of the hand and his short-ax was reversed in hold, much like daggers save the crescent tips. And then he was off at a quick pace through the fog. Noise, so much glorious noise, annoying to the ears but would cover up everything hopefully.

His destination where the robot had been last, though he was trying his best to avoid the fire hazard that was an...army of figurines.

"Take out everyone you can reach. Aim for the injured first."

That was certainly what he planned to do.

When Tsu realizes his attacks are hitting nothing, he stands up and reaches forward, and finds the hole in the wall. His back is beginning to hurt from the bullets. He idly wonders if they'll ever run out of ammo. He can't hear Rage, because he's not that sort of telepath, but he does realize that if the robot's getting away, this may be his chance to get it alone. He sends his thoughts to Ryoko, Danieal, and the Cat Lade, Hold everyone back for me if you can, I'm going after the robot!

((Damn it! >.< Let me go back and fix everything i did wrong, i didn't realize i had ALL those people attacking me, what i can except though? i knew it would happen, just didn't think it would happen so quickly...sorry guys, like i said, let me fix it...>.<))

"Fair enough."

The toe of his boot pulled backwards slightly as he pushed off his right foot, propelling him headlong into the smog. He bore no weapons aside from the pistol strapped to his thigh, but wielding a firearm in such heavy smog...he was just as easy to put a bullet through one of his comrade's heads as he was to put one through a rival's.

While he was in the depths of the fog, Gabriel did not make his way through the center of the room, instead, he worked his way along the wall, running alongside it, using it as a guideline as to where he might find others.

"Grumphenkulmenfammel..."

Peter mouthed insult after incoherent insult as he made his way after his associates. Having finally collected the last of his documents scattered in the crash, he had to move doubletime to catch up. Such things were easy when one had schematics, though. He slurped at his lukewarm mocha latte as he again eyed the documents. The smoke forcing him to stay low to the ground, he was forced to crawl on all fours, his stomach scrapping against the floor as his feet and elbows pushed him along the ground. His hands meanwhile held his two valuable tools.

"Aha!"

He spoke, unthinking of the possibility that he could have given away his position. It didn't matter however as he seemed to be nearing his "friends." For he had found moss and even now he could heard the shots of one of his other fellows trademark weapons.

"Mr. Weinberg?!"