Ignace rolled out of the path of the blade rolling to a nearby wall, using it to support himself he made his way back onto his feet. ‘Damit, leg is still dead,’ he thought firing another burst from his lasgun as he limped away from The Bakeneko trailing some hydraulic fluid, after putting some distance between him and Bakeneko. “Why are you are here Xeno?” Ignace asked leveling his lasgun at Bakeneko propping himself against a wall.