He swore, and finished discharging the damn gun, ignoring the pain from the steam hitting his burns as he stalked to the window. He leaned out the window, slamming the power cell shut, and squeezed the trigger. It was a damn near perfect shot, as far as he was concerned, ignoring the screaming of the power cell in his gun as he leaned back in. He glanced at the rifle, and then hit a switch, popping the now glowing power cell up and out of the gun. He caught the slowly deforming cell with his left hand, and then threw it down at Nova like it was a baseball, idly noting he was doing MUCH better when the target was not right in his damn face. He then turned back to the others, and started for the door. "We should go and see if the power cell disables him."<br/><br/>An explosion from the alley made further explanation unnecessary, as he slung the rifle, not having a spare power cell for it on him. He corrected the mask, which had slipped off during the room fight, and then attached a tinted visor, concealing his face.<br/><br/>(shoot 5 [shot out the window]<br/>shoot 4 [power cell beaning])<br/>