Speaking dark curses under his breath, the Alchemist swiftly adapted his plans. He hurled one of those ominous flasks to the train car between himself and Cole. Rather than shattering, though, it clattered to an upright position as if weighted. The shock of the landing triggered some sort of reaction within it, and abruptly it belched forth a massive cloud of noxious, roiling green-yellow vapors. In the wind from the train's motion, these rolled back along the car towards Cole.