Cyrus' Escape

"Ayoo, this is quite the barrage. How is anyone supposed to survive this?" Cyrus Blood muttered with amusement as he walked through a hallway full of laser guns and turrets that repeatedly fired upon him. 

Most of them bounced off his skin and began to ricochet around, striking everything else but their target. By the time he was halfway across the hallway, most of the guns firing at him had destroyed themselves. 

When he made a turn, Cyrus found that this hallway had no mounted weapons, instead it was chock-full of armed men wielding rocket-propelled grenades and heavy machinery. The young man's face became colorful, and he couldn't help but curse. 

"Wow, guys, just wow. RPGs? For li'l ol' me? Ever heard of overkill?" 

Despite sounding casual, he was thinking rapidly. He was confident in the defenses Orochi's power granted his body, but according to the God Serpent it came at the cost of Bloodline Energy.