::I know, but we're almost out. Then you can rest.:: he reassured, steadying Cliffjumper in his arms for the next jump. Meanwhile, he amped up his own visual range to stay on guard, wincing at the feedback.

He had to spin in place to take out a single brave, remaining cloaker that leapt at his spinal struts after another floor, but other than that the stairwell was silent except for them.

He knew it wouldn't last.