The ruckus overhead was shaking the interior. Astral's brows fell together and yet he maintained a mostly stoic expression. Alain was having trouble, he told himself. Too much trouble. "Change of plans. Let the Turks fend for themselves. We move together."
With that said he rushed up the steps. An experienced practitioner could take advantage of any surface, whether it be ruined, leaning, or broken altogether. He touched only two parts of a singular floor before bounding up to the next. It was demanding but it had brought him to the highest floor all the more quicker. He burst onto the scene from the accessway leading to the massive barrel. There he caught sight of a red glow that had severed the symbol of Shinra's innovation.
Another First Class was on the scene with Alain, which meant he had time. Astral took a moment to catch his breath. Whether Alain had died or not was of no concern, he refused to dive in with one-foot in the grave. He would wait for Laphicet and Cyrus to join him before making his move.
Beryl was happy to finally have orders; especially ones that had went along with his wishes. It had taken him so many favors, so many connections to have actually obtained the chance to join SOLDIER. He wasn't keen on letting that all slip away because he jumped the gun. That was easy to think. He could never predict how he would react when The Lion pounced from the flames.
He gritted his teeth just thinking about it.
Either way, he had his orders. Sticking close to The Commander's shield, hoping to use her as extra cover, he touched his hilt and readied his [Water III] magic. He waited for her to strike down one of the betraying SOLDIERs before leaving cover and drawing his blade in a fluid motion. With its brandishing came a massive serpent's tail of water from its edge. He slashed it up and over, hoping to whip-lash the fleeing helicopter and the gun-toting enemies in front of him.