Kurt, had he the ability, would have been vehemently cursing at the idea of even using grenades while in sewer like this. Even if the shrapnel wasn't going to kill any of them, it would undoubtedly cause more of the crab-things to awaken and try to scour the area. He looked over to the Kenneth, whom he heard aggressively blasting the sheer notion of explosive useage in tight areas. Kurt was of a more intelligent sort though, and had already began to run before anyone mentioned the idea of it.

He ran like a man possessed, his stamina hadn't faltered at all during the arduous journey [Endurance: 10] back to the ladders and the surface world. His steel-shod boots made a thundering racket as he ran, but it did little to deter him.