Eleanor couldn't take the time to glance at the male as he spoke beside her; but the fact that he seemed to be taking this all lightly ticked her off. At least he was alive, though she had told him if he died, his problem, if she had lost a person when she was the one leading the fight, she would not have been pleased with herself.

The male started to take things a bit more seriously though, but fortunately the gun fire was still directed at the black menacing form. He was long winded though, taking his time to give almost a villain's monologue when they could have been working on finishing this up. Eleanor wasn't even sure how many she had taken down, but there was definitely quite a bit of flooring missing from the warehouse at this point. She wasn't sure how much damage the armor could handle so she tried to avoid the guns from the helicopters outside.

He said something about the sandman and soon the men before them were swallowed up in a ball of sand; even though it was muffled, Eleanor could still hear the screams from those inside. As efficient as the attack was, the woman was put off by the horribly cheesy joke that came with it.

Soon though, all that remained as dust that blew into the winter wind. The helicopters beyond seemed panicked and the two went to take off in a retreat. Eleanor ran towards the door, shoving her clawed hands into the ground. The blackness that covered her seemed to flow forward and into the earth below, a rumble soon following as massive black spikes shot up from the ground before her, piercing the helicopters, sending them crashing to the ground. Those spikes continued to shoot up around them, within the building, closing off the exposed way in and destroying much of the original campsite.

Standing, the woman panted as she looked at her handiwork before running towards the male, grabbing his arm and pulling her along. "They can't call for back up now at least," she said as she pulled him towards the remains of the camp. "The cops will be here soon, they won't know how to handle it so that should hopefully keep the facility at bay for some time."

She ducked into a tiny hallway, well, it was more like a gap between two walls but there was a broken vent there. "This way," she said as she slid her legs into it, her feet finding a ladder against the far wall. The vent was narrow, just as narrow as the gap, and went down some ways.

Eleanor's feet hit the top of a grate and she kicked down at it, freeing it from its rusty hinges before dropping into the sewer pipe below. The water kept to the center and was shallow, the edges were paved for the people that did maintenance on the city system.

Catching her breath, the woman waited for her counterpart to join up with her before continuing her run. "Nyx said the place, a cave, was past city limits. Take the sewer till it dumps to the ravine and, and-" Eleanor's pace slowed suddenly, her hand going to the wall to steady her. She felt cold, but could feel the sweat; the world was spinning and soon everything was going black as she started to fall.