The panicked footsteps of the young man holding a fire extinguisher caught 221's attention, though he didn't react much more than turning his head. A stream of foam and white powder shot through the air and splattered across 221's abdomen, sending a plume of white smoke billowing into the gym. For the first time in years, 221 managed a vocalization, letting out an pained howl before shooting out of the smoke cloud and down the corridor back into the cafeteria like a large bolt of flames, leaving a trail of scorched floors in his wake.