[center][b]Imperium Mission[/b][/center]

Aslo would have been lying if he were to say he wasn't startled whe the "Scuva" came down upon them. he could honestly say thathe had never seen one of those before, and yet it was dispatched with what seemed to him like ease. There was of course the over-arching issue of further skittering and hissing coming from above, but for now at least they seemed subdued. He took note of the hairs on the creature, and assumed they'd act akin to those of spiders, presumably whatever kind had warped this poor... human? All the same to him really, but if speed and agility were their strengths Aslo would see to it that they suffer because of it. Reaching for the pouch at his right hip he grabbed at two of the four ceramic balls located within. Comfortaly he could hold two, each being around the size of his palm, and he juggled them lightly waiting for the others to settle.

Between the newcomer Raen spouting orders, and the mercenaries fervent opposal to said orders, it didn't seemed to care about the looming threat lurking above them, so long as they had their way. [i]Wonderful.[/i] Thought Aslo as cynically as he could [i]I've allied myself with those who'd rather bicker than survive.[/i] Soon Aslo would realize he had excluded Gremlock from his thoughts. [i]...And a midget with an Elephant Gun. Simply wonderful work on this one Aslo.[/i] At least semi luckily both parties agreed that Aslo should be left to his own devices, or find himself in the middle of the group, both of which worked fine for him. "Right then, then unless you lot are going to do our friends work for them and kill yourselves, I say we move along."

Afterwards he would move over to the doorframe and wait patiently for the group to go through. He smirked and nodded playfully as Florence passed, adding "Don't you worry dear general, I know exactly where I'm needed. Such a horror it would be if you weren't returned to the good Empress." As the last of the group passed him he proceeded to lob one of the balls up high in the air in front of the door. If it didn't hit the ceiling and burst it would land and burst on the ground releasing the mixture inside.

Specifically a mixture which would visciously disorient anyone caught inhaling it, playing with their vision and causing substantial headaches, if those hairs were indicative of spiders, and they relied on them to sense surroundings, this mist may work wonders. Quickly Aslo hopped into the corridor himself, not wanting to be around when the ball broke. However before he got too far separated from the group he was reminded of the door that Murd had brought down. Holding his breath after hearing the crack of the ceramic container and giving it his mightiest heave he brought it back up to stand against the doorframe in a way that would require a normal sized man to move the door aside to proceed through. Aslo thought this might serve to discourage these creatures from following after them.

As he closed in on the group he turned back to the door and threw the second ball so that it hit at the top of the doorframe, causing the mist to rain down upon the entrance. It was likely that the mist would linger there for awhile, long enough at least for them to find themselves out of this corridor. As he retook his position just ahead of Florence with his sword drawn, ready to help wherever the group might have greater need of him, a question nagged at his mind. "Just how intelligent are these things? Is it only their hunger that drives them, or are they likely to give our good friend Murd here a battle of wits?"