[I assume by insanities last post that we are fighting the toxin members now? if this is not the case because storyboy was controlling them, then perhaps it would turn out to be some better armed hobos they let be their 'meat shields' XD]
Malek let an ever so subtle smile grace his lips, It was always refreshing when someone actually listened to him without him needing to brutalize some sense into their heads, and as the group moved up the stairs he stuck himself close to the middle of them, waiting patiently for the chaos to break loose again. He was calm, and quiet, almost freakishly controlled considered the circumstances, as peaceful as he was, this hinted at him being someone that nobody would want coming their way on a battle field, the kind of 'creature' that takes to killing as easily to breathing, to such a degree that the thought of gutting a man does nothing to sway an emotional display from them. [unless of course he gets injured first XD]
Then the door burst open an all manner of noises and scents his the air, that rancid stink grew strong, there were sizzling and crackling sounds, and the distinct scent of fresh blood added to the air, it was all so exciting, however he patient waited for those before him to get through the door rather than shove them through and endanger their ability to survive. However once there was a clear path he stepped through, a hand on either rapier and the instant a gun was pointed towards him he ducked low under the bullet, dashing across the floor before swinging up, gutting a man from hip to shoulder.
From there he moved about the room, conscious of his 'allies' at all times, avoiding their firing lanes and taking cover when necessary, melee in a fire fight became exponentially more dangerous with so many people on both sides, contrary to the normal 'beast' way he acted defensively for a while, moving between the various beast allies, a sudden clink sounding as using his focus entirely defensively he thrust a blade between a beast and a bullet to protect them. At one point he was in fact near flow when he'd heard a bubbly sound from the side, someone had tried to flank with an acid gun and had been shot down an instant after releasing a big gob of the flesh eating goo. Rather than duck however, he brought the rapier up into the air, lining up his slash and brought it down with inhuman speed, slicing the air as much as the flying liquid, causing it to part in a light spray rather than a deadly concentration.
While this ensured it didn't kill anyone, the smell or dissolving skin and sting like a thousand needles ripping through his skin caused him to growl deeply as the spray had pocked his upper body with smokey sizzling dots where skin was both dissolving and regenerating to compensate. pain fueled primal rage fought against common sense and survival instinct to decide where he rushed in and slaughtered things, risking getting killed, or kept himself safe and released his rage from range. In the end common sense won out and he sheathed the rapiers, the SMG being produced once again as he held with both hands, unleashing a healthy spray across the room at everything that wasn't an ally, stopping once gregory entered his vision, tearing another man apart no doubt. He lost track of ammo of course but guessed maybe a third of the over-sized clip was gone by now.
He gave a slight grumble, the sizzling burning sensation ever so persistent even as it slowly died down, giving a mumbled opinion on this situation "I don't like this situation... The toxin's are always being tricky, they almost never fight with any sort of guts or skill... It's hard to think their 'not' involved, and if they are then there 'must' be a trap set somewhere..."
He paused where he was, quickly moving behind a wall to avoid a spray of fire before he called out, both as a test, and a taunt, his voice was rife with a forced mocking tone. "Come out you Filthy Toxins... We can smell your rot from a block away, You don't honestly think we're stupid enough to throw ourselves right into one of your gutless traps do you?" Now he waited to see if they were foolish enough to come out, and if one were to show themselves he would quite happily spritz them with bullets to avoid letting them spread their plague too fast for them to survive it.