Brandishing his axes, twirling them deftly before a snapping motion of the arm sent them sailing into the ring of dusk, Salvador and the others were beyond outnumbered. The number of Dusk had swelled to the point that trying to tell one undulating mass of flesh from the others was impossible. Even explosives seemed to do little to curb the advance of goo and flesh. As the situation grew more desperate the masked man's motions degraded from their graceful cadence into jerky, erratic motions as he struggled to find unobserved space to draw from. Eyes were one him whether they be glances from his allies or the spinning eyeballs of Dusk as they swiveled in their sockets.<br/><br/>Backing up toward his allies, he felt a tendril slide along his back. Jumping into the air with a spin he found that he had become isolated, a ring of Dusk enclosing him. Getting into the middle, he did his best to take advantage of his shirt, reaching into it and withdrawing explosives and axes, chucking them as fast as he could, accuracy becoming an afterthought in the face of being raped by these creatures. His heart was beating at a dangerous tempo, his blood rushing through his head as the Dusk converged swiping at him and missing the slippery hero. No person could keep up with the constant flurry of tentacles and eventually his shirt was caught and torn from him, leaving the barefoot man with just his jeans before the eventual catching of his pants brought him to the ground, crouched in a ball. The Dusk converged, intent on having their prize, and turned him over. The smile on his mask seemed to widen as the pure black orbs in his head glinted with a worrying fervor. A large bundle of red sticks, connected by a mass of fuses was held tightly in his arms. Not caring for this the creatures began working their way into his pants before an explosion of black and white engulfed them.<br/><br/>Coughing and sputtering in the wake of the energy pulse, still clutching his last ditch effort to keep himself untainted, Salvador looked at the carnage. Burn marks where the Dusk had been and his allies untouched. Looking up he could see the falling forms of those that had been snatched up by the Dusk. Reacting without thought, only instinct, Salvador turned his back on them.<br/><br/>A deafening peal of what sounded like thunder rang through the valley as the bundle exploded, sending Salvador flying toward the falling Venan, his body blackened, burned and smoking, his torso collapsed from the pressure. As he flew he almost looked like a corpse until his limbs sprung to life as if being driven by strings. Wrapping around the Venan, and changing the course of their fall into an angled trajectory, the suicidal rescue ended with a grunt and a fleshy thud as Salvador put himself between the ground and the naked Venan, flattening him.<br/><br/>Groaning from the pain, Salvador mustered up some significant portion of what was left in his ailing body to gently roll Sam off him. With some sickening crunches and squelches, his body resumed its normal, three dimensional shape. Bruised, burned, Salvador exhaled and turned his head toward the prone alien, his voice coming out tinged with a sort of airy, filtered undertone.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkViolet">"You're not allowed to die until we get that smoke break."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>