[color=1a7b30]"See you later, asshole"[/color] Asche quipped, allowing himself to fall backwards into the corner of the room as soon as his shots connected, his body melting away into smoke as he transitioned into Shadow space. [color=1a7b30]"Okay, bullets definitely don't work. Plan B it is, then. If we HAD a plan B."[/color] the agent's words echoed into the shifting stillness around him as he dropped the depleted magazine from his rifle and loaded a fresh one.

[color=1a7b30]"What did I see, what can I use..."[/color] The large man released his rifle from his grip, allowing it to hang from the sling as he focused his mind on the layout of the smeltery. [color=1a7b30]"Go high, get off the floor. No, no stable perch near an exit. Those vats, though."[/color] As he spent those few  moments trying to consider his options, the man felt an all-too familiar ache in his arms and the back of his right eye, [color=1a7b30]"Alright, enough thinking, time to get out of here."[/color]

Asche centered on his memory of the office from before and a path through the endless landscape of twisted angles began to take shape. The hike felt like it took hours, in contrast to the moments of his previous trip, and the throbbing in his arms had grown nearly unbearable. Finally, the black haired man returned to the real world through one of the many corners from which his surroundings were built; materializing near he door which Stim had just opened; immediately, he clicked on his radio, [color=1a7b30]"I shot one of these things in the spine and it did precisely jack and shit, with all the hardware bolted onto them I'd wager their bones are armor plated too. Aim for the joints, those will probably be softer targets."[/color] he rattled off to the others, reaching for his own rifle and noticing his hands were shaking badly. [color=1a7b30][i]"Wrong, something is. Lost, was I? Confusing. Troubling."[/i][/color] shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Asche steadied his breathing and grasped the pistol grip on his rifle.