The fly was incinerated upon approach, and he irritatingly shot the ashes and paper in his hand forward, making a cloud of black smoke and a decent smear on the wall.
	His usefulness to this team at this point was already questionable, but it only seems to dwindle further.

	No, there's one more foray left to tackle. Henri moved closer to the stairs and carefully discarded all the items that weren't his but Cedar's, then headed down the stairs, meeting the other four members mid-way.
	As he took something off from inside his coat, "[color=fdc68a]Cedar, I left your stuff in there. Matilda,[/color]" he handed back her family's medallion, and walked past them. "[color=fdc68a]I'm going to check the submerged floors.[/color]"

	His shoes make an awful amount of clacking noises without Cedar's boots, huh. Putting bronze soles on his shoes for easier sliding and skating... It definitely is one of the ideas of all time.
	After making sure that all the items within his body are fully sealed to prevent water damage, and depraved of air to prevent buoyancy, he walked down the waterlogged stairs and into the water.