Kritch felt uneasy, it was simply that there was only one guard that was protecting their prime prisoner rather than a group of guardsmen. That would have to imply one thing, this guard had much more experience compared to the last guard that Kritch had dispatched earlier in the last cell-block. Wiggling his toes, Kritch was wondering to himself if the rest of his life in this prison was really worth escaping hell and away from his home. After a few seconds of thinking, Kritch determined that it was worth it escaping his horrible reality in which he called life with his family lurking in the shadows. However, it seemed that the guardsman knew of his presence in the vents which made his sneak attack null and void for the small rat. Doing the same tactic wouldn't work twice against this experienced guard that knew where he was, but there was one tactic that seemed to work at least once against every person. It wouldn't kill them, but it would take some time for them to regrow the various body parts that would be missing by the time Kritch's plans where done. Stretching his back, cracking all his knuckles, and his muscles tightening from the tension, Kritch clasped his two hands together. 

Outside, the guardsman could most likely hear the slight murmuring of something within the vents of the cell-block if they were listening closely to his nearby enemy. However, it wouldn't be long before Kritch made his daring move made by adrenaline of freight for his life. A sudden black smoke erupted from the vents of the cell-block, it wouldn't be as jarring not knowing there was something there but a sudden black smoke was still quite strange. The black smoke escaping from the vents soon rushed the man at blurring speeds, it would be hard to follow for minion standards but other higher leveled enemies could most likely see its movements, and these movements were heading straight to his head. The plan was, reform with any limb (preferably the arm) inside the head of the defender which would completely incapacitate the enemy and a lost limb for the attacker. The mouth would work the best, if not the mouth then the nose, if not the nose then the eyes, if not the eyes then the ears, and if they someone close every port to the inside of their heads would mean them to be defenseless against his razor sharp attacks from the putside. It was a win-win situation, it was a bloody mess that would only work once on someone, but that is all that Kritch needed to break through the defenses against the door and escape from the powerful monster that was wreaking havoc at the start to the break-in.