The wait will be a decent while; Helex is shoulders-deep in the wreckage and working his way further in. Every new foot of destruction is a little more anger expressed, a few ticks off the homicidal rage burning at the back of his mind. He wants to kill and he can't and the drive has to go somewhere.

When he finally steps out, the entire building shudders as he drags a support beam with him and one side of the building begins crumpling inward. He spots Sixshot and stops in place, scowling. He's itching for a fight – he aches to kill, but he's not stupid. That isn't a fight he can win.

He grinds his jaw.

"What d'you want?"