The battle had become blur and he soon found himself retreating with the group amidst sudden deaths of people he did not recognize. He found himself trailing behind the rest of the group as they entered into this narrow corridor that lead to some room many catwalk like structures above crisscrossing the area.  He was trying to make haste as he carried the scavenged weapon alongside the anchor before the previous area got swarmed even harder by the enemies that had they had encountered judging by the noises behind him. Adding to the stress was the fact that it seemed like part of the horde was following after them which would not be good.

Within the new area he saw the woman who ran away and some other figure who upon noticing the group seemed to have reacted with hostility. The moment he spoke to them he was looking around for reactions as he didn't like that he was handling some object. He saw the redhead using her sword's ability to move upwards.  So too would he follow her example albeit in an inferior manner. Like a coiled serpent striking he found himself launching the anchor upwards with surprising force as its fluke anchored itself against the wall of the walkway firmly. Climbing for dear life he only concentrated on reaching the top, never dropping the scavenged sword until he reached the top and threw it down. 

The speed no doubt fueled by part adrenaline rush and the desire to get the hell out of the way of the black goop that was about to be freed masked the energy spent. Fatigue once again came to temporarily inconvenience him. He sat down and tried to make his profile low as he watched below to assess the situation below. He left the rope dangling so anyone else below could climb to safety. All to do now was to take a breather and see if the redhead now dropping to the man below, would stick the landing and take him out.