Gabriel sighed... Of all the things that could have made this day worse, it had to have been a tunnel. He had never particularly liked underground passages. He didn't know whether this dislike sprung from the cramped nature or the impenetrable darkness in such subterranean passageways or the darkness that permeated them. He didn't particularly like darkness either come to think of it.<br/><br/>In any case, the tunnel seemed to at least not be trapped with any magic thart sprung the moment someone walked in. Or rather, not anything that became immediately apparant. Still, Gabriel was wisely on his guard. He wouldn't be the first sealer to catch a fireball to the face, but he had no intent to be the latest case.<br/><br/>To Gabriel's mild relief, the tunnels were well lit and spacious if anything. It seemed the revolutionaries had dug in for the place to be a more permanent base of operations. Or at least A haunt for those revolutionaries that still liked to have some degree of style and class even while hiding from the heat their antics inevitably caused.<br/><br/>And then, as if on a cue. The seemingly decorative suits of armor sprung to life. Gabriel snapped to attention immediately, as a trained professional should. Though he was already strugglying to remember anything worth using right now. His skills with dealing with artificial entities were somewhat rusty, so he decided to resort to the tried and true stratagem of simply firing explosive force bolts at the irate automatons. Backed up by heavy, if clumsy blows from golem stompy.<br/><br/>It seemed to work to some degree. Individual segments of the armor were knocked loose at least. But it didn't appear to do much to the overall structure of the constructs. And like that, Gabriel cursed himself for shirking on classes for dealing with constructs.