[b]Damien swore under his breath and kicked on his thrusters, boosting himself upwards towards the top of his pillar, clinging on as he changed barrels. Time to try something new.[/b] [b]With a snap, and gentle rattle, a small canister suddenly lined towards Olivia... Sparkling purple fumes spewing out of the top... [/b] [b]Damien wasn't about to cause physical harm... But Ronin had taught him his first lesson of the dojo. Mental harm wasn't off the table. Soon, purple haze filled the room as Damien coughed and sputter at his own gas. He designed this shit to get through all kinds of gas filters and fibers... And so it effected him as well... Onset hallucinations quickly taking over his mind... He just had to hope Olivia had a frontal lobe and working lungs.[/b]