What flowed through Semyaza wasn't pain while he was in the grip of the wardens whip. The pain was there, of course. It simply wasn't the generals focus. Something else welled up and eclipsed the pain so completely it was as a drop of water in the sea.

Rage. Pure anger. Grabbing something and electrocuting it was a time honored tactic among Grigori warriors. For a human creation to utilize such an attack was to spit in the face of Semyaza's fallen comrades. He was so angry he didn't even notice when the root released him, didn't even feel the impact when he stopped. His eyes remained rooted on the enemy in front of him. He pounded the ground with his fist and jumped to his feet with a flourish ready to reprimand the thing so that it might know the reason it's demise was going to be exceptionally painful, his vision not wavering even as the robot surged with murderous intent. Surely, he thought, this would be a good battle!

That was about when he got stepped on. Just as he hadn't noticed that what arrested his flight was Rose, Rose in turn had apparently not noticed him in her rush to do battle. He was slower getting up onto his feet this time, and was only up to a kneeling position when a fragmentation grenade landed right in front of him. The resulting explosion threw him up onto the wall, where he was struck with a foam grenade nearly instantly. The foam expanded and stuck him there, but was still expanding when a smoke grenade landed in it and became stuck. This to exploded, releasing its payload directly over him.

"Simple trifles!" He yelled. "This will stop me not for a momen-"

If the smoke hand not been blocking his sight he would have endeavored to escape sooner rather than stopping to gloat. As thing stood he didn't the missile that had followed up the smoke grenade. He certainly saw the explosion though.

The blast was intense enough to not only destroy the foam but rebound him off the wall and send him flying across the room. Right over the head of the warden, in fact, whom he managed to fix with a steely glare for the half-moment before he tumbled over his head and onto the ground behind him. Rolling to his feet again he kept that glare and laughed heartily, wondering if this fool robot really thought one mere missile could [i]oh yeah okay that many might do it.[/i]

A half-dozen eager little missiles had tracked his movement through the air and had decided that he was a much sexier target than any of the other, squishier, targets in the room. He brought out his wings and wrapped them around him a second to late as six explosions sounded off in succession.

Semyaza stumbled slowly out of the smoke, skin scorched and partially melted from the heat, and managed to slur out "Tha' all ya' ghot?" As if to answer his question he was bowled over by a sudden torrent of water.

General Semyaza would one day learn that there exists inappropriate times to gloat. 

But this is not that day.