The hallway didn't prove to be very much more accomodating than the dining hall. At least the deadly gas he blasted in there would have killed the cats too.
Small comfort, given the scene in front of him.
A metallic tank was spinning in circles shooting streaks of blue white light, shouting "vision impaired! Exterminate!" Over and over again. Further down the hall, more people he had never met before were fighting shapeless black horrors, more of the wretched green things, dragons, kobolds, humans in slayer armor, dragons, and armoks beard, who knows what else.
One of the saltshaker shaped battle tanks began to move toward him.
"Target aquired! You will not stop the great dalek race! Exterminate!"
A deafening shout rattles the already meteor destabilized masonry of the hallway, and a chunk of cieling smashes into the dome on the top of the "dalek", bending the eyestalk, upending it, and sending it rattling like a tipped over barrel down the stone floor.
"Gravity booster disabled! Movement impaired! Sensors impared! Stop the scientist! Exterminate!"
Dodging to the floor as a dozen bolts of blue light shot overhead, weird joykill had a wild, stupid, and crazy idea.
The shrieking, spinning dalek's "gun" was still shooting quite regularly. Willing every ounce of agility that the suit encumbered frame of his could muster, he charged the intervening space, rolled into a ball, and collided with the metallic monstrosity, grabbed hold of the turret head, and aimed it at the oncoming legion of terror....