Gallus wasn't sure what was happening, not at first. He couldn't comprehend his senses, at most he knew he was on the ground and writhing uncontrollably. What he thought was him breathing was actually violent dry-heaving motions, though nothing was coming out whatsoever. Eventually the unrequited movement stopped, and all that was left were shaky gasps for air. He sat there for awhile as he tried to control his breathing, though it took some time seeing as he hadn't breathed of his own accord for what had possibly been eons. After some time passed, his senses finally began to return to him and there was only one thing his mind could process.

'I am alive. I am awake, and I am alive.'

He tried to force himself to stand, but he stumbled back onto his knees before he could make it all the way up. Though as he fell back down, he noticed something laying on the floor next to him. It was a mask...? Had it fallen off when he fell out of the stasis pod? Wait, was it even his? He felt that he did own it, that it belonged to him, that he wore it many times before, but the memories of it just wouldn't return to him. But still, it was his, he was sure of that. So he picked it up and gingerly put it on, not wanting it to pinch his skin or get caught in his hair. It felt...right.

He stood up, successfully this time, and looked on over to the others who had also awoken. So, they shared the same fate as him then, eh? But, weren't there supposed to be more? They surely couldn't be the only ones with such a fate, there were so few who had woken up. Something must had gone wrong, though what, he had no idea. For now, he would just have to follow the words of the Fabled Maiden, and hope that she could guide him and the others to answers.

Though in actuality, she ended up guiding them to a monstrosity instead. Yes, she'd told them that a beast was loose in the place, but this was not what he'd had in mind. For Rynoll's sake, this thing was being called a Daemon! Even with a numbers advantage, could a ragtag group of forgotten husks who had only recently woke up from a seemingly infinite slumber, even stand a chance against the raging mechanical giant? It seemed that they were going to either sink or swim here, so to speak. Oh well, the odds never seemed to be in his favor anyway, but this wouldn't stop him if he could help it.

"Well then," Gallus ended up saying, a surprisingly cheery tone apparent despite the dire situation, "Let's test its reflexes first, shall we?" He stepped back a bit to put more space between him and the beast, and began to channel one of the Datacores that he felt within himself. The Dart Datacore began to manifest, and with a simple open-palmed gesture aimed at the Daemon, he fired the powerful magic-like projectile. If the beast was fast, it would see the attack coming from a mile away and easily dodge, which would let everyone know that a different strategy would be needed. But if it hit, then the Daemon's slow speed could be taken into account as everyone figured out their tactics. Overall, the opening shot was meant to be more tactical than damaging, but he wouldn't complain if he managed to hit it.