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[color=39b54a][b]Körbl Meier[/b][/color]

Körbl looked at the oncoming mass of soldiers in riot gear, equipped with stuns,flash and numerous assortments of grenades. His eye fell onto the shotguns, briefly wondering if they're loaded with actual bullets.

Then again, if that was the case, they would be bringing assaults rifles. The tear gas opening gambit was a wise choice. 

Well, he has no intention of finding out the hard way. Eyes plotted his route from the memories of the hall, one that he had already burned into his mind painstakingly. 

His foot shifted before another presence went into action. Temperature dropping rapidly as his head turned to the back, the iceman was already unleashing an ice feathers blizzard. Myriads of thumps and sharp clattering bang past the tear gas, Körbl noted that there's no direct impact. At least, no blood split if his nose was spot on.

Afterwards, it was followed by Alfred grabbing an unfortunate prisoner and tossing him to the other side. Briefly, Körbl wondered why didn't the latter just blow the tear gas back.

[color=39b54a][i]Ah well.[/i][/color]

Körbl closed his eyes and burst into action like a meteor. Following closely by the trajectory of the prisoner being used as a projectile. The body's presence distorted and created a brief vacuum in the air, alleviating some of the tear gas potency.

At the corner of his eyes, bright orange color filled the air but the heat felt by his skin told him what was going on. 

[i][color=39b54a]Looks like I'll have to move faster. [/color][/i]

For the guards that had just defended themselves from a brief shower of sharp icicles, parts of them was greeted by a prisoner being slammed into their shield ungracefully and dropped like a sack of potatoes.

Then another shadow came, and this one landed on top of their riot shield like he was weightless.

But the glint from the small metallic piece in his hands and electric prod was anything but a welcome sight.

A brief spark, and one of the riot guards saw blood splatters covered their mask. Blinding him before total chaos ensues.

Körbl hopped across the riot guards, moving all the way to the back by using them as a stepping stone. Followed by a sharp crack that echoed the hallways as helmets and face masks found themselves indented by an electric prod. Shotguns rung past him as numerous stun prods came close to grazing him.

Made worse was a gout of flame pouring from the front, pulling their attention as their shields melt from the extreme heat. Between the two prisoners attack, the riot guards had little options left as Körbl swiftly made his way past them.

The moment he was at the very back, Körbl landed in a crouch before lunging forward like a tiger, arms wide and outstretched as each stomp of his foot contain enough strength that would've cracked normal concrete pavement. This caught the tail end of the suppression group and to their horror, found themselves shoved forward from their secure hallway into the chaotic mess hall.

At the entrance, the mass of riot guards was suddenly surging forward like a tide, their bodies unceremoniously being piled into a mound and falling flat on their faces but was pushed forward unwillingly. The riot guards in the middle fare the worse as they're pressed between the bodies. This all culminated into the guards sprawled forward into the mess hall akin to being pushed by a bulldozer like a pile of dominoes.

Körbl came out at the front easily and dusted his hands. The guards weren't dead but they won't be getting into position any time soon. Though the first line must have severe burns as the smell of ash and burnt flesh alongside melted gear.

[color=39b54a]"Come, we need to go."[/color] Körbl gestured with a twist of his neck. The prisoners here would take care of the rest while they head for their exit.

[color=39b54a][i]Killing them all would've taken too much time.[/i] [/color]Körbl huffed inwardly but the fact none of them were strong was the primary reason they're still alive for the moment.