Punchy sees the injury right before the smoke pellet goes off. Unfortunately for them, the faceless soldiers don't seem even slightly fussed by the lack of visibility, and Punchy realizes too late, seeing the code seeping from the cracks and shadows of their forms, that they don't respond to any sort of 'sight'.

Punchy's goggles come down. They don't help much with visibility, but at least he can keep his eyes open through the smoke. They can keep going for the door, but odds are not high that they'll make it. He glances up.

There's an air vent in the ceiling. Big enough for Tim, certainly. Maybe big enough for Punchy. He doesn't exactly have time to do the math of the dimensions of an air vent when he's getting stabbed in the thigh by a virtual spear. Maybe if Tim can get up there he can lift him...

"Red Robin!" His voice is mangled and spit-filled, the result of a mouth half-slashed. He cuts a path to Tim through the enemies with flailing limbs. "Trust me!"

He drops his hands and laces them, motioning for Tim to make a running jump.