[center][h3][color=007236]Protiv[/color][/h3][/center]
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	[color=007236]"Fuck."[/color] Was all he could muster to say.

	The portal had closed, and on the wrong side of it, Protiv was trapped at a prison he had just committed dozens of homicides in. He was in luck though, as all but one Sentinel had been completely destroyed; However, the one remaining [i]was [/i]the largest Sentinel of the trio.

	Then, suddenly, everything was bright, and Protiv felt the combustion of the Hydrogen send a wave of heat, followed closely by flames. He responded quickly, moving his right hand to send the nitrogen between him and the flame, but it wasn't nearly enough. The flames of the explosion knocked him to the ground, and the pain he felt was incredible, it was as if every part of his being had been plunged into a boiling vat of water. Protiv's scream echoed through nearly every corridor of that building... Reaching to pull the melting mask from his face, he nearly screamed again as he felt the skin covering his face stick to the air-tight edges of the gasmask, and his hands fell from his face; The mask wasn't going anywhere.

	With a yell, Protiv stumbled up to his feet, pain coursing through his veins as he did so, and began to limp through the hallways, towards the exit. Looking out the window to his right, he could see the blurry image of the largest Sentinel on the ground. To his "luck," the Sentinel had been much closer to the explosion, and was now nothing more than a melting machine.

	Trudging forward, he breathed raggedly through the gas mask that was now a permanent feature to his person.

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