[Quiet Man Cometh]

"Whoa!"

Catching a sudden view of the spray as the Mesmer disappears from his field of vision, Syrgei kicks himself into a backwards roll, landing back on his feet a few meters away, out of it's path, not that he had had much to worry about except perhaps the splash back from Tsaerri, who didn't put up enough of a block to really cause much.

As the jet pressure dies down, Syrgei walks through the drenched and stinking ground to stand next to Tsaerri.

"Do you need help?"