Feign's eyes widen at Delilah's mention of an egg.  He finally notices the bulge at Tasu's womb as he commands Feign.  "Dammit, why didn't you just say so at the start!  Come on, let's go!"  He swings his arm in a wide gesture, tossing another blast of air that tosses the group of faceless bodies aside.  There's a few doors on the opposite side of the room, one is somewhat obviously Nephanim's office.<br/><br/>Nephanim himself takes his eyes off of the hole he just fell through, looking to the Overseer as his neck finally finishes rearranging itself into place as he shifts back into human form.  "Ignore the nagas, make damage control.  I feel many souls already that need bodies now because of your negligence already."<br/><br/>"If they start ransacking your lab?  I can kill them then, right?" The nondescript man seems a little too eager as he speaks.<br/><br/>Nephanim shake his head, "They will not, Delilah is with them.  They look for escape, not revenge."<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>The inside of the maze is chaotic, walls shifting and flowing as they begin to heal whatever damage happened to them.  There are dozens of opportunities to jump through holes in the walls that will heal over in seconds, putting the doctors and more importantly their wolf guide at a severe disadvantage to follow or track even a normal human, not to mention a fox.<br/><br/>Keeping a sense of direction is difficult in the now very obviously living maze, but not impossible.  Through the pursuit, it looks like one of the walls is thin where the outside edge of the maze should be.  From the sound behind Lance, the wolf and at least one of the doctors is in the maze with him.  If he can break out while they are trapped, he'll be free, if only for a moment.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Outside of the bubble, the blurred form of the slime can be seen, her form slamming against the makeshift magical wall with all its might.  For a moment, it looks like the bubble will crack and it will all be over.  Suddenly, the rumbling in the background reaches a crescendo, and the slime is blasted away by what looks like a whirlwind.  The sound of wind and small debris on the outside of the shell is deafening, and the air on the inside of the shield is slowly getting more dusty.  It's clear that the blasting sandstorm outside is too much for the blood shield.<br/><br/>The small cracks that the Slime had put into the shield grow and start to become small holes, letting dusty air blast in intermittently against Serene's curled body.  When the phenomenon finally dies down, there is enough of a hole broken in the shield to see out.  The hallway is white and well lit once again, though it looks like the blood shield is buried partially in a smooth, white ceramic material.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>The hall beyond the thick metal door is a little bit warped, though slowly seems to be straightening itself as the rumbling continues.  There are one or two places in the ceiling where oblong organic holes to the level above are slowly closing.  Most are about the diameter of one's arm, though at least one looks more than big enough for Wil's human form to fit through with a good jump.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Kine looks out of the corner of his eye at his fellow guard.  "A self-experiment in a different project, huh?  Guess your resume must look pretty good for them to overlook something like that."  He sweeps his gun around one of the corners, seeing nothing he relaxes a bit, "As for her danger level, I think we just got lucky that she assumed you were knocked out," He checks another short hall, again seeing nothing.  "As for getting rezzed, it feels like a three bottle hangover the first time.  After that, there's nothin' though.  Soul gets used to it."<br/><br/>At the third corner, Kine tenses up, firing a shot on instinct which hits the balled up, already unconscious form of Thistle, who seems to have crammed herself into a corner to sleep. "Shit!  ...Okay, overkill, but you can never be too sure..."  He moves towards the unconscious fairy, but looks back to Mac, "Oh, by the way, I wouldn't brag about your history in front of the others.  The head honchos are already suspicious enough of spies.  Just a tip from experience."