WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER IS BLOODY, GORY, AND VIOLENT. PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION.
The men start looking around as if looking for a ghost or something. They quickly start looking for a way out but the longer they remain in the smoke, the harder it is for them to function or think straight. I can see it in their eyes and the way they keep stumbling.
Sure, it's not as strong and potent like it was in that room because of all the fresh air but it was enough to weaken them and mess with their heads. Another man yells out "Get out of the smoke! We'll go around!" As soon as they try to leave, I send several beads out.
Some cry out in pain as others drop dead. They spread out like ants, making it hard to hit more than one at once. A 'puff' can be heard before another man yells "Guns! They have snipers!! Stay within the smoke! They can't see you inside the smoke!"
