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Daren kept on climbing his armor giving the mere human the [physicality of quickly ascending each flight of stairs with minimal fatigue. But climbing upwards of 40 levels did add up and even in his armor Daren was beginning to feel a burn in his thighs. With grunts and concentrated effort he kept up the pace as the entire building shook and rattled around him during his ascension.

When he finally made it through the top. Daren didn't even bother with the door busting through it by simply running through the metal. The scene on top was a firefight, although much smaller in scope to the one happening down on the ground. The exchanged were those green bolts of energy, with arrows flying from the opposite direction then exploding in red. He was facing the Aschen troops with the troop of archers behind him blocked by the stair well structure he had just enter from. He had been noticed by this time, making the Aschen marines adjust positions to the new possible threat. His

His armor assessed the battle environment before him, causing his armor to visibly change configuration plating and hardening itself to better withstand super-concentrated heat blasts. Trophy system defenses were online and had begun 'pinging' with it's own internal sonar system getting a lay of all hard bodied targets with a 50 meter range. Extremely high tech for it's time on Earth, but low-to-mid level protection in Aschen terms. The armor was still quite an accomplishment for being able to provide such protection on it's own and with it's own internal power supply.

Daren drew his pistol from the magnetic holster hardwired to his right thigh, and held it in a high ready position getting into an athletic stance. Not knowing who was friend or foe, he was ready to dash and fire at who or whatever aimed at him first. Any hard projectiles or explosives would be made inert and deflected from the Trophy defense system. "Kind of a fucked up Mexican shoot off we got here."