Dorian grimaced as he reached out, snorting at the blackened bones of his hand as he pulled himself from under the corpse of the soldiers the abomination had assigned to guard him. Noticing the lack of depth to his vision, he felt for his vacant right eye socket. No doubt the fluids in his eye had super heated from the blast and vaporised, rupturing the orb. Removing his twin pistols and a rifle from the charred corpse of one of the soldiers, Dorian cursed Elohim.<em>'Damn showoff.'</em><br/><br/>As he clawed his way over the melted slag of an APC, his wounds quickly faded. Muscle tissue re-knitted, while veins wormed their way through the raw flesh of his arm and hand. The blistered skin on his face and scalp receded as the first strands of his brown hair sprouted forth. Blinking rapidly, he soon saw the world normally again. By the time he stood atop the pile of wreckage left by the explosion only his bloody and burnt clothing showed any sign that he had just survived the inferno. Holding the rifle aloft, he removed the clip with a practiced snap. A cursory check of the ammo, showed it had survived the heat.<em>'Depleted uranium with a titanium jacket and a Teflon coating. Lovely.'</em>Satisfied, Dorian slapped the clip back in place.<br/><br/>Raising the rifle to his shoulder he sighted in on the crater Elohim had made with a smirk. Slowing his breathing, he steadied the barrel. He watched her battle the creature over the rifle's sight.<em>'Well, well, this is almost as good as the Circus Maximus back when Nero was in charge.'</em>As the gynoid and behemoth battled Dorian observed the conflict, waiting for the perfect time to strike. As much as the creature had been a stubborn obstacle to his infiltration of the DPDS, he still needed it functional. As the battle slowed to it's finish Dorian sighs in disappointment. As Elohim took careful aim at the giant's skull, Dorian gently put tension on the trigger. Feeling the rifle bark in his ears, the slug connected him and the doll's eye for a fraction of an second.<em>'Sorry, my little toy. That one still owes me a dance.'</em><br/><br/>The bullet found it's target an instant before Kyle's blasts.