And while Simon had made a face and rolled his eyes at Kyle's cocky retort, he couldn't help but be impressed by the effortless display of deadly grace. It took him a few seconds to snap out of it, and he immediately took off on his own, blending into the floor and reappearing roughly behind the Sentinels' left flank. He slapped a square of C4 on a Sentinel's shoulder and phased into the floor again.
When he resurfaced, he triggered the charge and watched as two Sentinels went down. He tried to ignore the fact that Kyle's easy savagery made him shiver in highly inappropriate ways. Between that, and Gibs' question, he was distracted long enough for yet another Sentinel to hit him with a molecular disruptor beam. Simon screamed in agony, but he'd been trained for this. He knew how to work through the pain and focus his power, so he gritted his teeth and sank into the floor, a lot slower than he usually could. He had to get away from that beam.
No time to catch his breath. He couldn't leave Gibs alone up there, so he phased around to the ceiling, and peeked out to get a read of the situation. "I," he said, dropping from the ceiling and in between two other Sentinels, who shot each other right through him. "HATE!" he continued, sinking into the floor an inch and gliding towards the model with the disruptor ray, focusing on placing two more C4 charges along the way. "Freaking," he added, gritting his teeth as he phased right through the sentinel with the ray and pulling out its innards as he did so. "Sentinels!" he finished, setting off the two charges he had set. Hopefully that would take care of three more Sentinels, so there were maybe only four left.