This had to be stopped, and fast. For the past few moments, Dous has been busy prying himself out from behind the machine, not his best hiding spot. Though once free, he had to discard his primary weapon, the rifle. He coulding HOPE to nail that lucky a shot without risking the loon's life. For the moment, even his sawed off combat shotgun wouldn't be a wise choice... Down to the basics then, as a combat knife was unsheathed and the ghostly ghoul seemed to just materialize from the shadows, lunging in and making a vane swipe at the base of a tentacle which held Jinx/Sue. Yet before it could react, he had vanished again from sight. The flickering red lights were likely playing hell on whatever low light or night vision it had. His only saving grace was that he had converted to infra red, bright and dim lights meaning nothing, as long as his mask's power cell lasted...<br/><br/>It was like watching a shadow boxer, as he erupted from the dark spots on the wall, stashing and stabbing, only to vanish yet again. His numerous cloaks confusing the beast, as each attempt to grab this new threat seemed to only catch a flutter of fabric, which would itself slip through those slime ridden tendrils. Yet his efforts were not enough, he was not evading by a matter of dexterity, but cunning and guile. Whick would not last him long, if this thing could evolve to compensate... His knife wasn't doing as much damage as he would have liked either, whenever he DID manage to disable a tentacle, it was as if a whole new one sprouted into being before he could finish the next. Damnit! Even after all those 'repairs', even after awakening that cold, analically mechanical side of himself this much, he still couldn't do more to help!<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>