For what could have been compared to an a sturdy individual, he certainly was light; either that, or Blow... Bang... was more powerful than previously anticipated. Either way, Stalker was happy with what occured. The blast had sent the hulking beast deep into the room, and from the sounds of it, through several walls. 

One.
Two.
Three. 

Three walls based off the dull echo of crashing sounds that permeated from the depths of darkness in the room. 

Stalker stepped free from the shadows, his abilities wearing off either way. With a crack of his neck, the Light at the End of the String swung freely once more, and another clone was formed. With a nod, Stalker sent it heading into the room and through the holes. Stalker followed behind it, letting the light swing back and forth, before wrapping it up in his hand. 

No need to alert the prey.

So far, Kray had proven somewhat idiotic in his behavior, but strangely durable. Perhaps now, however, they'd find his body - and deliver it back to the employer. 

Following the trail of destruction, the double made it to the third hole - Stalker appearing just a few moments later. Last time, the ruse worked to perfection, there would be no reason why it wouldn't have duplicated effects. 

Peering though the third hole, there still had been no body to be retrieved, and that was somewhat disappointing. Kray was crafty, he had to admit. 

They now had a choice to make. The left afforded them a quick trip, but a brick wall marked it as a dead end. That left the right, and thus that is the way Stalker sent his double. The damage Kray sustained should be on the verge of putting him down - especially when he drops from the hulking behemoth he had become.