Vorro was holding down a flood combat form and beating it to. He didn't hold back as he hit it punch after punch. One other dead combat forms were spread out in the room he was in. After the flood combat form he was hitting stopped moving he stood up. He put his foot on its Chester for leverage and ripped off and arm to see if it was really dead. He breathed heavy and his shield began to recharge. Had it not been for his shield strength, he probably wouldn't have been able to last long enough to kill the three. He leaned against the wall of the room he was in. He reached out to a few people. "Are all of you all right?" He sat down waiting for a response. His armor was scrapped and scratched from the struggle. "If they had no been distracted by trying to get to you, then I probably wouldn't have been able to do that."