Corbeau

Corbeau tries to clear his mind as best he can in this hell of flowing body parts. He starts moving forward as quickly as he can in the macabre sludge, ducking and weaving, dodging what acid shots he can. If he manages to get close enough to the guards without being hit, he gives a massive leap and tries to land heels-first on one guard's chest. He'll then try to disarm the other.

If at any point during this he gets shot, he just dives to the side and tries to keep from being hit again.

His eyes focus on each weapon before it fires, his mind instinctually predicting the lines that the shots will travel in. He hopes he's quick enough to pull it off. Getting shot by acid guns doesn't sound much more pleasant than the grinding and whirring going on overhead.