[Kylar stands steady on the ceiling above. His feet grasped to the rock by a thick black metal claw under his foot. It's awkward, the blood is rushing to his head which might make the fall when he's ready a little dizzying, but it's keeping him away from most of the smoke. He has yet to run into many others, though he would love to find something that isn't trying to kill him. Answers or directions would be handy.
Alas, that doesn't appear to be the case- yet.
The next figure that walks by is hard to discern, but clearly a man. An armed one. He should probably get off the ceiling now. He drops with a subtle thud vibrating from the ground, just behind the man. His weapon is ready, just in case. Admittedly, there was no better way to do this that came to his mind. Hopefully this won't bite him in the ass.]
1 mostly kinda sorta idk
Alas, that doesn't appear to be the case- yet.
The next figure that walks by is hard to discern, but clearly a man. An armed one. He should probably get off the ceiling now. He drops with a subtle thud vibrating from the ground, just behind the man. His weapon is ready, just in case. Admittedly, there was no better way to do this that came to his mind. Hopefully this won't bite him in the ass.]