Ryan "Sharkman" Jacobs
Sharkman swore under his breath as he watched the power flicker back on. He really should have guessed that they'd have a backup generator. Silently, he strode through the darkened halls. Most of the workers were robots, so he had no opposition as he strode to the machine room, before ramming his scissors into the auxilliary generator. With the poewr completely cut off now, he headed for the reception room.
Sharkman had been watching the group of students and his teammates while conducting his little sabotage mission. So when everyone started to gather in the reception room, he pulled his mask down. Just enough to pop the plugs out of his nose. He had a feeling there would be blood, and he wanted to enjoy it.
Just outside the entryway, he took a moment to assess the situation. One of the students was lit up like a christmas tree. Corvus was dealing with him. The one that worried him was the lady with ice surrounding her. He'd noticed the dip in temperature, and was willing to bet that it was her doing. Sharkman split his scissors into two separate blades, sheathing one of them on his back. With a click, he hooked the chain on his gauntlet onto the left one. Under the cover of darkness, he slipped into the room, staying close to the walls and trying to keep out of sight. If anyone was really paying attention, they might hear a quiet whipwhipwhip sound, like a fan. Sharkman was twirling one of his blades on the end of a chain. The blade was heavy, and he was building up massive centrifugal force. With a flick of his wrist, he gave the chain more slack, swinging the blade right at Eira.