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Maestro's charge skidded to a stop when the sniper from before showed up flying down from above in front of the girl. Pah, what a killjoy. The new character on scene released a type of gas from her belt, and it was only then that the painter noticed the gas mask on her face. Within a second they were covered by the white smoke and Maestro turned tail and tried to run from the incoming air polluted with fumes. He took a quick look over his shoulder and saw the two heroines escape through the rafters, though with that glance he also took in an inhale of the noxious air. The coughed covering his mouth with his hand and jumped down off to the side of the crates, heading to the fiery door.

The artist's vision began to faze from color to black, coming and going. He walked as fast as he could while using the wooden crates next to him for support to keep going. Only a few crates away from the on-going blaze by the door. It wouldn't spread, he made sure of that earlier. The painter took a deep inhale of the still good air and raised his hatchet for a swing. He gave a swift and powerful chop on one side of a crate near him, aiming for the right spot that it would make one side collapse on the building's floor. His breath was running out, he went to the open crate and crawled weakly in after he grabbed the fallen side of the now broken box. The painter stood it next to the side and gasped for another breath, only to get a waft of the knock-out gas. There was enough of a crack to let the air in still so he could breath while he sat inside here knocked out for a while. Maestro was now nicely hidden just in case that sniper came back or any others came through. Well... done the best you could for now... He smiled as his vision faded completely to black. Damn that silver woman... I'll paint her up good... and the girl... one day...