*Mortar returns to normal sight and sighs in frustration* Think Mortar, think. There must be a way to see her. Let's see.... I got it. *He folds the lower part of his mask under his chin as he starts coughing up a strange fungal spore. The spores float in place, covering any solid, other than Mortar, that it touches, including you. The fungus limits your visibility, a perfect time for Mortar to slam another fist in your gut*