As Asche closed in on the helmet-wearing abomination, he noticed something peculiar about the tattoo—rather than being made with straight lines, each line appeared to be segmented into lengths in some sort of pattern. The ink used seemed to be more metallic than black, shimmering as what little light shone. Asche pushed forwards, however. Though, the finer details the tattoo, such as the meaning, were lost.

When Dempsey fired the round, it blasted from the creature's collar to back. Leaving behind a considerably small hole, the headless abomination's advance was halted. The AP round, while effective against armour, was considerably less damaging than a regular round. As a result, most of the force had been kept by the bullet until it struck a concrete wall. Despite this mismatch, the round was fired at such a close range that it didn't really matter. The abomination was pushed back, rolling against the ground until it slid under the railing. With a fleshy clunk, it had fallen to the walkway beneath. He had bought some breathing room for the doctor and himself.

With the signal of Dempsey's rifle, Asche had fired everything he had at the helmeted one. The first few rounds hit the nape, leaving the bullet to collide with the abomination's spine. Rather than the crunch of bone, however, the bullet seemed to collide with metal. The rest of the rounds were a similar story. They either scraped the sides of its neck, bounced off of the helmet, or completely missed. The few hits that did land, however, disorientated the abomination. It turned, but required a bizarre amount of effort to do so. Not even turning ninety degrees, it managed to topple itself over to the ground. Despite this setback, it rushed towards Asche at a frightening pace.

In his patented panic, Dempsey had fired a flare at an attempt of lighting up the room. The flare, of course, went up. Inside of a building. Clang. It had hit the roof and chaotically spun downwards. Thankfully, the flare had managed to land in the center of the room. It revealed with it what could only be described as pools of blood all over the floor. While most of the floor was dry, deep puddles littered the floor as a bizarre reminder of what was going on just before. Even without medical experience, one could tell that that was a bit too much blood, even for two abominations. Alongside the blood, the flare revealed the large chains holding the molten metal vats in the air.