Strix actually grinned as the scenario manifested in front of them, having been waiting patiently and quietly while Pariah explained the situation. Once all hell broke loose Strix moved quickly, expecting no less than immediate destruction from an obstacle course designed by The Dark Avenger and built by a hero whose technical expertise equaled his own.

Once the grenades rolled in he prepared to take immediate evasive action only to hear someone mention a barrier. Nevertheless he reflexively wrapped his cape around his body and face as he stepped closer to the person who called out. Once the first set of grenades burst out, the sound filters in his helmet used to protect him from his own Echo System's effects left his hearing completely undamaged while Elise's barrier took care of the majority of the others. With his cape positioned to cover himself reflexively he was able to protect himself from the infrared tracking paint as well although the cape was now covered in it. As the pepper spray began leaking out in the interior of the shield he quickly pulled out the small re-breather and air filter he kept in his utility belt and sealed it onto his mask, avoiding the effects from the mix of pepper spray and obscuring gas between that and his suit's goggles. He switched to the Echo System's vision mode and waited a fraction of a second for the sounds of the battlefield to be disregarded so he could see through the smoke forming around them as well as try and get a fix on each turret's location.

Seeing as he was almost completely unaffected by the assault and that the turrets were already pummeling their first line of defense into submission, he figured he might as well submit a plan.

[b]"Our first concern has to be keeping these turrets from pinning us down so we can focus on neutralizing the terrorists and whatever allies they have and save the hostages. I think I can draw some fire off of us since they seem to be automated, and maybe take a few of them out while I'm at it! Once I draw off their fire, take out as many turrets as you can, then we can re-group and figure out how to take the rest down. Either that or if you can move that shield and maybe re-strengthen it, start getting out of the kill-zone we're currently trapped in so we can see what's going on, make progress towards the bus and form a better plan!"[/b] He tried to indicate as much of this as he could with hand-signs and signals for those who might have been deafened.

With that, Strix unfastened his now brightly paint covered cape and took the unusual step of feeding it through one of his grapple guns in place of a rope. Taking a second, conventionally loaded grapple gun in his other hand he fired both simultaneously. The cape-loaded one was aimed at one of the turrets furthest away from their position, where the grappling hook would hopefully latch there after flying through the air with the paint-covered cape in tow. Strix fired the other grapple-gun in the opposite direction although still moving down the street and let the micro-motor in his belt yank him in that direction. As he practically flew out of cover down the street he grabbed several glue pellets and hurled them at different turrets, where they would hopefully burst and gum up the rotating barrels and inner mechanisms of the guns. He had a hunch that the paint was some kind of marker for the turrets and thus they would target his splattered cape as it attached to a far-off turret instead of him, but even if they just tracked motion he would still be drawing enemy fire, although in two directions and more dangerously. 

The end effect, he hoped, would be a chance for his allies to break out and get their bearings or destroy the turrets. Meanwhile he would neutralize several himself, move into a different position and cause the one's he or his allies didn't break to aim for the gun his cape would be affixed to. After that he might be able to re-unite with the others and figure out a plan for the rest of this mess.