All Jalo heard were screams and gunshots and at one point there was the familiar static of the intercom, barely able to be heard over the mess. He couldn't hear much of anything that was said, either, but he heard something about freedom. It could have been sixty-six trying to motivate them, or as far as he knew, a demand from the other side. It wasn't a demanding task to throw a metal door around, so he wasn't having a difficult time in a long stretch of battle. While it was wearing him down a bit, adrenaline was starting to kick in, and he didn't feel anything. He found that because of this, he could move his right arm again. The troops were starting to get reinforcements and his makeshift shield was taking a beating, so he took a minute to get another. It wasn't as smoothed out and as neat as the other, but it would work for what he needed. 

Jalo felt himself enter a different state, one where he looked to be in much more control of what he was doing, much more focused on the guards, and all but his sense of sight had shut off. His mixed feelings of revenge and gult had removed themselves and he felt nothing but a commitment to what his current task was. This had happened once before, in an extended training session, and he remembered the scientists' reaction to it. They were pleased with the state although it only lasted a few moments and used up much more energy, and they had wanted to work on making it a permanent state of mind. Now it seemed that they had at least done something, the trance coming to him more naturally than normal. Suddenly he was much more to the point of it, going from mostly reflecting the bullets back to stemming the problem at its source, and using the doors to kill with no mercy.