By the time Rivet appeared on the battlefield, the fog would have already stretched to 40 ft from Xavier in any given direction; with little to no signs of stopping or thinning. As Rivet stood there, futilely awaiting a dispersion that would never come, and eyed the weapon near him the fog would have gained yet another 40 ft and was damn near to embracing the opponent.

Before they would reach him, there was an unseen problem he would have to face. The would-be fog that was presented before him was in fact a large mass of energy particles well over 1 million in number and these particles were transmitting key data about the surrounding area to their Master at the center; such as, but not limited to, minute changes in energy levels of the surrounding area and a mental image of the battlefield in his mind. So as they approached Rivet, they had a rough idea of his general location; more than enough to get the party started.

Without even the quiver of muscle Xavier withdrew 6 small droplets of liquid metal from within his body; they sat upon his right pectoral in two horizontal rows for but an instant before they were sent flying. As they tore through the fog, their forms were  thinned to the width of a hair, squished into 2 inch circles and given a razor sharp edge. An unnatural acceleration would force them to bullet speed in just under a second. Leaving Rivet to deal with the impact of the blades just a second after the cloud would fill the area in which he may or may not still be standing in.