The smoke wouldn't phase Metal as much as Lash might have hoped. His various optional sights kicked in reflexively, cycling through to find the best one. It wasn't perfect, but it was better than being blind.

He strode through the smoke, stopping only as something fell on his foot. A box? A... green box. He opened it up, but nothing happened. -Well, that was useless.-

"Come out come out, where ever you are." He whispered, as his rockets started lifting him into the air once more.