Peeking out from behind cover, Saralegui scowled to notice the glass helmet over the terrorist's head. Such a simple and frustratingly easy way to render him useless here. Wonderful.

Fortunately, he wasn't alone, a pair of the other recent arrivals paused nearby. The black-haired girl he only remembered from the party, and a boy he hadn't spoken to before. He had only the faintest idea of their capabilities and even less of these men currently blasting the room apart.

Ugh, he hated going into things so blindly. But there didn't seem to be a choice in this matter.

"If you can break his helmet, then I can stop him," he chimed in. For someone hiding behind a toppled bench for cover, he sounded awfully certain.