Terry glanced about, noting their positions, before deciding Nova needed to die, sooner being preferable to later. "Placing wagers are we? Catch."<br/><br/>He whipped his left arm around, moving it down and forward before whipping it up, revealing a second weapon that was actually hard mounted to the armor. With a hollow whumping noise, a small canister arced up and over the banister of the balcony the enemy was on. It hit the wall behind them, and rebounded off, releasing a cloud of sickly yellow vapor that quickly swallowed the upper area before rolling down toward them. "Stay out of the cloud, unless you wanna be one massive oozing pile of snot."<br/><br/>It was his own blend of tear gas with a touch of an irritant agent, about twice as strong as what police were legally allowed to use, meant to be used against Eternia. He suspected it bordered on a violation of the Geneva Convention, but he hadn't signed it, and he wasn't an official member of a governmental armed forces, so he couldn't be called out on it. Technically. It wouldn't cause blisters, not even ones on the skin unless someone had a weakened immune system, but it would irritate the hell out of someone's skin, making using any concentration powers pure insanity.<br/><br/>(shoot 4 to place the canister)