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Gaz left the Crimson Fang looking around the deserted hangar, wondering where the crew of the shuttle could have gotten to. Cyne motioned for the three of them to move out, to which Gaz agreed with a gutteral grunt. In a manner that was graceful like the finest of dancers, Cyne left the ship and floated out from the ship.

[color=fff200]"Dat zero g' ain't for dis fungai!"[/color]

Gaz leant down and tapped at the two batteries that were seemingly held to his boots with tape. With a satisfying buzz they kicked into action and Gaz found himself firmly planted on the floor. He had no idea how they worked, in truth nobody did, but they did and that was what really mattered. He began to run along the deck of the hangar, his heavy footsteps echoing throughout the hanger. As the others looked back to see where he was he called out over the comms.

[color=fff200]"I wasn' built to fly! I ain't got wings!"[/color]

Continuing to run along, there were the occassional obstacles that required him to disengage his boots. In one instance he found himself spinning around aimlessly in the same position, unable to move in any direction. He attempted to move by firing a quick burst of his flame thrower but only proceeded to increase the speed in which his spun like a wheel. With the lack of oxygen he simply shot the combustible fuel into the air. His outstretched arms and legs made him look like a machines assistant on the spinning wheel. Through blind luck he caught a break and his power klaw caught hold of a nearby pipe. Eventually the trio found themselves in a main corridor with blood trails staining the floors and walls, heading off into the smaller corridors that sprouted from the one they were in. Excitement began to grow within Gaz as he realised that maybe he would get the fight he was looking for.

[color=fff200]"Yeeees boyz! You may get to see 'ow dis guy 'andles 'imself in a fight!"[/color]

As Gaz continued to marvel at the prospect of a fight, the others shot off down the corridor once more. Gaz once again disengaged his ramshackle gravity boots and turned his back to the others. 

[color=fff200]"I ain't bein' da last one!"[/color]

Gaz carefully balanced himself and unleashed his flamethrower once more, this time his more stable position meant that he began to barrel down the corridor like a crude missile. He had only unleashed it for a brief moment but the fuel propelled him at a blistering speed, catching up to the others quickly. He let out an almost childlike cry of joy as he passed them both before uncermoniously slamming back first into a wall. He let out a loud grunt before engaging his boots once more. He shook his arms out and began to strut as if nothing happened. He caught sight of some signs.

[color=fff200]"Buh-ruh-ih-duh-guh-eh...bridiguh?! What the hell is a bridiguh?"[/color] He scratched at his rather fancy helmet before the reality set in. [color=fff200]"Ah! Da' bridge! Boyz I 'as found da' bridge! Dis way!"[/color] He pointed in the direction with his giant power klaw and the trio continued on. The journey continued on, with only a couple more instances of Gaz having to prove his truly impressive skills in zero g before they eventually arrived at the bridge.

Within moments of arriving Pathfinder had already begun to do everything it needed to do. Meanwhile Gaz took in all the gore around him, he was very much hopeful of a fight. As time passed by life support and the gravity returned allowing Gaz to get his beautiful, battlescarred face out for everyone to see clearly. Pathfinder mentioned hearing some noises, but Gaz couldn't hear a thing as he was too busy stretching out his limbs in preparation for a fight. Soon enough, incoming enemies were confirmed. 

[color=fff200]"Yes boyz! Dis is it! Time to show you 'ow Gaz deals wiv deez gits!"[/color]

The swarmers moved around Gaz biding their time to attack. Gaz looked unconcerned as a big toothy grin stretched across his face. He cocked his left wrist and his chain choppa whirred into life. The roar of the blades echoed throughout the corridor [color=fff200]"Let's 'av it!"[/color] Within moments two of the swarmers broke from the circle and charged towards the Fungai. The first came at his front with the other trying to surprise him from behind. Gaz wasn't the smartest but what he lacked in intelligence was more than made up for by his sheet ferocity and skill in battle. With an instinctive spin the giant brute turned to the swarmer charging at his back. The sound of his weapons chains whirring faster and faster was followed by the satifying splat of gore splashing onto the floor. The swarmer had been split in two leaving Gaz coated in it's blood. As quickly as he had killed the first swarmer, Gaz dropped low and spun around with his arm outstretched. The other charging swarmer tried to dodge the incoming attack but its flesh was torn and shredded by the metallic teeth of Gaz's chain choppa.

[color=fff200]"Is dat all you dogs got?"[/color] The creatures snarled and in unison all barreled towards Gaz. Gaz dropped his chain choppa and brought his other weapons to bear. A small flame on the underside of his left arm seemed innocent enough, that was until a gout of thick, skin melting fire raged forth and consumed two of the swarmers. Before he could unleash the flame on the others, two of the swarmers had leapt onto his back. [color=fff200]"Stupid dogs."[/color] Gaz kicked his feet up into the air and dropped onto his back. Two high pitched squeals tore at Gaz's ears as his entire weight crushed the two swarmers. Before he could right himself the other two were atop his chest snapping at his face. Gaz thrust his arms forward and took hold of the the two swarmers. 

[color=fff200]"Whoops..."[/color] Gaz's right arm was tipped with his monstrous power klaw and unfortunaltely for the one swarmer, this meant that it was cleaved into two with complete ease. The gore that coated Gaz and the area around him was verging on ridiculous but that is what happens when a Fungai fights. Ruthless weapons designed to cause maximum carnage so that if a blow doesn't outright kill you, the wound will get you eventually. 

With the final swarmer held firmly by the neck, Gaz stood up. The two creatures he had crushed under his weight slowly peeled from his armour as he looked the last creature in the eye. It wildly swung its claws at Gaz's armour but struggled to even scratch the paint. It's jaw crunched hard as it continued to try and bite the Fungai even though he had it firmly by the throat. [color=fff200]"Night night dog."[/color] Gaz closed his massive hand tightly, a satisfying snap followed and the swarmers body fell limp. Gaz let his grip go and the creature fell lifeless to the floor. For such a short amount of time, Gaz had effectively managed to redecorate the corridor in blood green. [color=fff200]"Dat was a nice warm up! I'm still itchin' for a propa' ruck though!"[/color]