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Smoke. and a volley of needles struck him. His legs buckled, since hwa s running, and they were right in the path of it. His hand went out, keeping his fall from cracking his head on the wall.

He knew he was bleeding. His legs felt weak, useless. There were a few stabs of pain in his back, where a few shots penetrated his thick jacket and skin.

He heard Tsu's command. A smile came to his face. There was smoke, everything was obscured. Instead, he listened. His pistol firing at the last five voices that spoke or people that made a good deal of noise. The last five blaster rounds split through the air, his fire accurate, considering the smoke, but not dead accurate.

The spent clip slid out of the pistol's grip. Daniel reached down, drawing a black clip, and loading it in in one smooth motion.

It was fortunate that Gabriel was against the wall. It was also fortunate that he just barely happened to catch the words shouted by the ice-wielder. Unfortunately for Gabriel, he caught sight of an axe-wielding teammate being confronted by an as of yet unidentifiable figure.

"Dammit...GET DOWN!"

Why he shouted, he didn't know, but he found himself abandoning the wall to try and get to Julian before he was either sliced into bits or caught in the ensuing explosion.

Gizmo saw a teammate, and gasped out a few small words, hoping he ould be heard. Peter...Help...
He stretched a hand out. God, he was tired. The men had finished reloading, they were aiming thier next volley at the robot, again, with no new orders.

"Mr. Gibbons! Please give Mr. Gizmo some caffine, i think he needs it. Mr. Mozz, if you're up to it please watch our backs. It's about time to wrap this up."

The smoke wasn't a problem for Matthias, as far as the robot was concerned. His ability's as an economancer and senses allowed him to track precious metals in the vicinity. At least, provided he knew they were there. The most commonly used material for top-of-the-line circutry was Gold. Still, he couldn't let it get far enough away. He finished assembling his new firearm, a high-calibur sniper rifle with depleted uranium, armor peircing shells.

The only concentration of gold high enough on the robot would likely be it's main computer, which was convenient. He kneeled on the ground and steadied the weapon against his shoulder, feeling out the location of his target with all of his senses. Once located, he squeezed the trigger, firing off a high velocity shell straight for the robot, and disregarding anyone who might be in the way. He squeezed off three more shots, just in case.

((Huh... I'll try to find him now.

Elevar- sorry 'bout that. Sword.))

"Eh?"

Peter halted, swiveling his head left and right.

"You!"

He called as he spotted a hazy figure reaching out to him in the smoke. That would explain the multitude of gunshots. Resuming his bug-like skittering, he closed the distance between them before taking another fix from his coffee.

"You alright?"

Despite the honest enough way in which he asked the question, it seemed he cared little about its answer as he began looking around once more.

"This smoke will definitely have to go." He muttered, glancing back toward the map-like document in his hand.

((Crap! feed the dog and I missed a ton!))

Zen was about to leap forward as well, but when his teammate yelled to stay down, he remained in his position. He had a plan, however, he feared to execute it due to his partners being in range to take damage as well, instead Zen stood by with a few projectile throughing knives just in case they needed more back-up.