As the silhouettes moved in the fog the light of the bursts of the white phosphorus grenades illuminated some form of smooth white figures, only humanoid by standing on two legs and having two arms, faceless and literally congealing out from the fog itself. Their opaque forms were thick enough that light was absorbed, illuminating their uncanny shapes. Some writhing, some contorting, as they moved, vague eyeless faces turned to each person as they moved in a disjointed writhing dance. Despite their lack of any visible mouths and nostrils, a cacophony of breathing became the new ambience of the forest, along with sickeningly wet steps upon the earth.
As this chaos unfolded, the form of the Kreznik seemed to... no,
did manifest from the fog, having repositioned behind the SEC. With course breath, more frustrated than before, she outstretched her hand once again and pointed at the box pumping arm more furiously, a guttural utterance emitted from behind the mask. She then outstretched another arm, and with a grinding sound etched with a finger deep into the trunk of a tree, one word:
"WHAT"
