"Holy shit!" Eric shouted in surprise as he stumbled backward after seeing the woman with the shot gun, seeing the wall around the door way where he stood only seconds before erupt in a thousand particles of dust from the buck shot.<br/><br/>The adrenaline coursing through his veins at that moment prevented him from even feeling his injured leg as he slid backwards along the wall. If she wanted another shot at him, she would have to come in the room to get it.<br/><br/>His fingers instinctively dug into the floor, grabbing a large handfull of the material. It was much softer than steel, or that alloy the robot was made of, and so offered little resistance to his powers as he shapped the tile into a throwing weapon, extruding a peircing spike from the weighted grip in his hand. If thrown right the weight of the handle should drive the point of the spike into anything he threw it at...which would be the woman's face or chest as soon as he saw it.<br/><br/>(OOC: If I remember correctly they are staying in an abandoned apartment building...so I assume the material from the floor of the entry way to his room would be concrete and tile...both things you really don't want thrown at you...)