Adriv was busy with the cyclops when he heard that they needed someone to heal them, and he was right, his breath was heavy and he was covered in a mix of blood and sweat that on occasion seeped through patches were skin had been torn off causing the uncomfort and a sting. As he saw that mars was leaving he wished he still had a gun, it was wreckless to have put it down. Still he wailed on the monster starting to feel less and less of him body allowing more and more power to be put under his hits, his eyes growing more and more intense until his brain shut off. He was no longer thinking. Now jumping at the robotic manifestation of a mythological creature he managed to grab it's arm and crawl to the back. A wicked smile grew as adriv's body began to claw, bite and bang at the neck of there foe with loud shouts.