"Just do whatever is quickest to prevent 'em from taking another way downstairs, Red. We don't want 'em coming from multiple directions."
Albert didn't wait for a reply, instead he ran up the stairs.
For a split second, memories from past battles flashed through his head, awakened from their slumber by the sound of the explosion and the sense of danger. But they went as quickly as his came and to his relief, they didn't leave behind the panic he'd sometimes been struck with, no feelings of hopelessness which to undermine his confidence, no terror causing him to freeze, nor the sense of doom which would him screaming at night and keep him from getting any more sleep. Instead, they made room for clarity and sent pure adrenaline pumping through his veins, pushing him forward and fueling his anger. He had to take action, he was taking action and he'd sure as hell crush any f****ng enemy he was up against.