Statistically, Autor calculates that he has a very large chance of hurting someone else other than Fassad with his heavier ordinance. He tosses his third grenade back behind him, into the room where they'd come from.

He shoulders his bomb bag and watches the fight impassively, wondering if he should sketch it out while he has the chance. Well, there are always the flash bangs, he thinks. Blinding him could work.

"Eyes!" he shouts, and flings two below and in front of where Fassad hovers.