Eliseo's gaze rested on Nisshoku as he spoke up, clarifying each of their roles briefly. It was a relief to at least know that he could take out the.. deatomizer thing. Even with the quick run-down he was given of its capabilities, Eliseo still wasn't even quite sure of what to make of it. He just knew that it was bad, and therefore needed to be put to an end. Cracking his knuckles, he nodded vaguely at Nis' planning. There hadn't been many words exchanged between them, but this was how Eliseo preferred it. It did, however, bother him to some extent to simply go along with the other's words. Was this the best course of action? More so, were they taking the most strategic approach here? Frowning slightly, he tried not to think of it as his gaze instead hovered over the other teams. Eliseo had never gotten along as well with people as others in their groups here seemed to. Some were even laughing and smiling as making plans-- that threw him for a loop. Were they that confident, or just enjoying their groups that much?

Rubbing the back of his head troubledly, he quieted after having readied himself. His energy levels died down, settling within him as he sat in wait of their turn. He had to conserve it, if he was to go all-out after this morning. Perhaps he had been a little overboard in the library. Normally, he wouldn't have gone so far as to destroy an entire room to get to someone. It wasn't a stretch for him to thread the hallways with vines to pin someone down, though. Escape artists were always fun that way. Shaking his head as he realized he had zoned out, determination re-lit his gaze. He had to somehow manage to do well on this, even with teammates he was unsure of. Were they competent?

It was too late to ask himself that. The team wasn't taking a stealthy approach here-- he needed to focus on destroying those security systems quickly. Weapons and other detail mounted in or along walls could be more or less ripped out by vines, but what else he should expect he wasn't sure. Their mission was called. Standing in one smooth motion, Eliseo let out a soft sigh as he made his way casually enough down the bleachers. His posture was rigid as per... always, his mind running off as he began to think of this as a mission from the disciplinary council. Accomplish the objective. As he reached the ring, with the short words from Yamato, he nodded slowly. They could do this; the question was, if they could manage it as a team. As the floor began to lower, Eliseo briefly closed his eyes. With the small start he'd given himself, he hadn't wasted much energy thankfully, and in their short wait he felt he'd collected enough at least to begin. As he opened his eyes and drew in a deep breath, the leaves of the vines wrapped around his arm flourished and moved as if with renewed life. Eliseo's eyes narrowed. He didn't speak a word, but he was ready.

Little did he know, his phone's screen was lighting up within his pocket. New information on Dahlia's case and its status, though for now he wasn't paying attention to such a thing. Eliseo was focused, and that, he believed, was half of the battle of a mission.