Silence hit and nothing cold be heared in the thicked of the forest, red liquid stained the ground but it quickly spoiled into a bubbled black. "Ahh crap..." Ziel lowered his head holding the right side of his back, leading up to his sholder blade, luckily the shot was berried into his skin but the kick wasnt enough to puncture any deeper considering it went through the tree line. Most probebly hit a tree trunk while he was running, a shivering hand and a wince of pain Ziel still gazed to the floor taking deep breaths, more blood ran down his wound but it seemed thicker as it started to show signs of clogging. "Son of a....Heh....Got me..." Suddenly a blast on the floor exploded, hand prints were on the floor, invicible, deep, wide hand prints?<span style="font-style: italic">Just what the Hell is going on?</span><br/><br/>Ziel stood very much alive, the wound didnt effect his movements as such but the cover of feigning death gave him an advantage, and what was better is he knew one of the locations of the sniper, evading plain sight. Finaly getting out of the thicket of the trees and the line of sight, Ziel found himself by a riverbed overlooking the other side of the encampment they had been sitting in. "So thats how they played the game huh?" He looked to one side and noticed the hill side that gave elevation for a snipers advantage.<br/><br/>Wounded as he was Ziel was more than capible of running towards the hill undetected, and still taking cover behind the many rocks and trees as an advantage to avoid thermal detection, his wound bandaged from the use of his right sleeve his blood dripping stopped thus making the blood useless for detection of heat, as well as the cold air that would cause his own body to become cold and blend into the surrounding area. Where only the humans eye would have any hope of finding thier target Ziel could sence a small reflex in his mind that helped this few found power become active<span style="font-style: italic"> Was it from that shot?</span>He would have to see why later, but for now he had to help the others. It took him a good ten minutes to find the position from where the shot was fired from using the tragectury of the hit.<br/><br/>However on the hillside where the air was coldest he could see the single unit in position, his gun aimed at the group now and in focus. "Son of a bitch is going down..." Ziel was not standing over the synthetic saying those words, but before the being could react all of Ziel's pent up anger reacted at once with two invicible grips holding the synthetics arms down and anouther slamming its rubbery face into the cold, hard, rocky ground. Slwoly its face smashed into millions of pieces from the sheer preasure of Ziel's new found (power), taking a flare that was rutine for any class soldier weither they were human or not it would come in handy, and as common sence would demand Ziel ran away from the scene of the (accident) flare at hand and now running down towards the river bed.<br/><br/>However his (power) quickly dissappeared now that he felt on equal grounds for killing a robot, a shot for a life in his terms. "Ok, now we'll have to see what'll happen next." At this time Ziel was feeling the effects of the wound now that it was freezing cold as well as aching his body to a modest extent. "Come on guys...." He looked down wincing once more holding the back end of his sholder, the flare tucked into his pants awaiting for the oppitune moment. "Got to make a move soon guys...." Ziel noticed Eir and motioned her to come over to where he is "Hey are you ok?" he asked in a hushed voice, this time he held her hand and motioned her to follow him going into the thicket of the river bed where cover was more easily shown.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"Almost there...."</span>