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[h1][color=0054a6]Typhon Leverenz[/color][/h1]
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Typhon almost lost hope watching the engineer, seeming as if his and everyone’s words were annoying the man more than anything. He was about to slump back in defeat until he heard the last half of Felix’s statement and suddenly the doors opened and he could get to his guns. He had to physically stop himself from staring for too long as he ran his hand over the barrels of his plasma guns. After taking a moment he quickly got to work gathering all of his guns, the tools of his trade.

It didn’t take him too long before he had strapped all of the holsters to him and attached his belt with his homemade gasoline grenades. Sure he couldn’t light them with his attunement anymore but as soon as he got his hands on a lighter these things would be incredibly useful. Right as he was finishing gearing up all of the lights went off before the emergency lighting started up, looked like his new engineer friend had at least a similar idea to Typhon and started what would essentially be a full blown prison riot that would absolutely hold up the Draughts more than unarmed and complacent prisoners would.

The sweet feeling of freedom, as fleeting or artificial as it was in this situation, was amazing to be able to walk out of his own accord. With his own weapons in hand. With his own goals in mind. Holding one of his gun blades partially out of caution and also because he simply enjoyed having the weight of it in his hands again he joined up with Felix. Two more had done the same, the Tulak girl that he saw before and a… Saphiste he thought? It was a little hard to tell in the red glow of the emergency lights but he was fairly certain. He had heard her talking before too but didn’t actually see her until now, but they now had a little impromptu group. And if that engineer had the ability to do everything he just did to help them there was no way he was gonna let that man go without tagging along even if he wasn’t sure about the other two.

He heard mention of going to the medical bay, and also seemingly something about an infection by Felix’s wording and the Saphiste covering her mouth. If there was some sort of plague that would lend some sort of credence to the Draughts slaughtering people but even then. What could possibly be bad enough to cause that much of an uproar? It couldn’t be some standard illness but he had no way of figuring out anything with such little information.

 Typhon saw in what was already devolving into chaos that one of the prisoners was making a straight line towards the group with a makeshift weapon in hand. Whether he was going for the two girls as an “easy target” or going for Felix out of a vendetta against the employees he honestly couldn’t care. With a swift strike to the forehead with the butt of his gun he knocked the inmate to the ground, alive but definitely unconscious for now. The loud wail he heard at about the same time didn’t help to settle his nerves either. [color=0054a6]“I agree, let’s get a move on. I’ll cover our backs in case any of these chucklefucks decide they want to try and stop us.”[/color] He pointed his weapon at the crowd to dissuade any other riled up prisoners from trying anything as he allowed Felix to lead.