Reaper makes like the mist and gravity drops him like a blast of air. He billows out in a rush when the stream of lasers cut right through it. Again, fortunate that it wasn't as fast a super-speed.

"Detecting extreme heat," he mutters dryly, shoving aside any thoughts of betraying these unknown people for the sake of survival. More is better against the one enemy firing at them all. "Assume any and all projectiles to be fatal. Distract him."

He can use the walls and shadows and crevices around their area to his advantage, to slip into them and flank the butcher when he least expects it. At least, that's his plan. He tries not to lay out the details though, since that would put him at a severe disadvantage.