Following close behind Morr, Valetni did his best to keep his footing on the blood and offal slicked floor. His cane slid out from under him, sliding on a mass of internal organs. Valetni released his hold on the cane, dropping to one knee. The Aqua Regia sloshed dangerously. Through the mask, he could barely see where he was walking, each breath was a struggle to draw sufficiently oxygen to power his exertion, already his face was becoming slick with blood and the eye pieces were in danger of fogging over.<br/><br/>He looked up, only a couple meters away now, it would have to be close enough, fuck that hero shit.<br/><br/>Dragging himself to his feet, he took hold of the solution, and flung.<br/><br/>The jar tumbled through the air, before smashing against the mountainous mask of tentacles. For good measure, he flung the two component jars as well, both extremely acidic in their own right.<br/><br/>His payload delivered, not bothering to stay and observe the affects that his concoction had on the beast, Valetni turned and made his way from the monster as quick as he was able on the treacherous footing of the blood slicked floor. His fight here was over. The high ground beckoned to him.