Feyd appreciated the warning. He was about to just blast him in the face and try to take off, but had had another plan. He stood up and stood in the doorway, the orb he built crackling the air around it.

“Thanks for the warning, bro.”

Feyd threw the orb directly above the tin man's head and the roof collapsed over him, filling the air with debris and dust. It probably wasn't fatal, but there [i]was[/i] approximately a metric fuckton of debris burying him. Feyd took off down the hall, kicking doors open until he found the stairs, which he started jumping down two or three at a time.