[center][h1]Inside HPIS[/h1][/center]
[h3]Cell Block L-1[/h3]
The chaos in cell block L-1 was swiftly escalating into a full blown shitstorm of epic proportions. Another hole was added to the rapidly deteriorating left side of the building building, surely close to collapse by now. The poncho wearing demon was fairly bemused at the knight's actions, but regained his mental footing fairly quickly. [color=f7941d]"You can't outsmart me! I can get this gas out of my system as soon as I get out of your range!"[/color] The demon decreed in a childish tone. He was going to continue before being beset by what could only be called a beast in his mind. His expression clearly faltered into fear for a moment before slapping the smarmy grimace he wore back onto his face.

With a stomp of his feet, the demon was launched into the air, Deprave and Grog surely moved as well, but not much. A few other prisoners who were about to confront him as well were knocked down. As the demon sailed through the air two manus arms, one blue and one orange, manifested around his form to protect from any bullets that Grog may have unloaded. [color=f7941d]"How about you [i]piss off![/i]"[/color] He taunted once he was on the ground, disappearing into the crowd of rioting prisoners and rapidly increasing guards. Various smashes indicated he was causing a ruckus like intended, but it was doubtful he was going to continue once he had gotten away from the crowd.

Over all the noise, one particularly observant listener could have heard a wooden door snapping in half, and the stomps of a particularly enraged man. He was traveling from closer to the L block to the R block. His stomps stopped near the middle, before something similar to an explosion, though obviously not as loud or smelling of sulfur, happened to resound through the building. Then, again, the stomping started.

[h3]Front Room[/h3]
That sound, it turned out, was [i]someone[/i] unhinging the door, and flinging away everything close to it as well. Originally the guards simply tried opening the door, then forcing it open, and then bashing it with their shoulders. Obviously, none of this worked, for Old N was a classic example of the old immovable object. Of course, if one were to describe Nefas, one of the words that came to mind would most definitely be "unstoppable force." He dislodged the rickety table, as well as Old N, with a forceful push of the palm. Now, Old N had to get up and deal with the 5 guards at the door trying to get in, though Nefas had done the service of smashing one's head into the wall for him.

[h3]Cellblock R-2[/h3]
As Kritch pierced the guardsman's cerebellum, he spasmed and fell over before becoming almost entirely stationary, either knocked unconscious or close to it. Now Kritch had free reign of the block. If he were to check one of the small placards he would be able to tell that he was in block R-2. It was still a bit aways from Betty's cell, but closer than L-1, and obviously much less hectic. Of course, there was still the noise some of the prisoners would surely generate once they saw him. Maybe he should retreat back to the vents, now that he knew better where he was? If he was confident most of the guards were gone he could risk the probably much faster, if noisier route, or simply trekking down the hall to Betty.