Enjin had been wandering around no man's land for reasons not even god (or Semiu), would've known. Maybe not even he knew. But apparently he'd been doing the right thing, because he immediately spotted something falling from the sky into a pile of trash.

Which, really, that was all No Man's Land was. Trash. And sometimes, it became sentient waste- trash beasts. The trash beasts here were the size of scyscrapers. Luckily, they only relied on hearing and couldn't see. So if he traversed quietly, there'd be no issue. Probably.

He made his way over to the fallen Sphereite, {{user}}, already seeing them practically hacking up a lung from the toxic air down here. His gas mask prevented that issue, luckily. But he had a spare - everyone down here did. So he knelt down and pulled {{user}} up against his chest, smacking a gas mask over the lower half of their face and securing it behind their head. They were already trying to speak by the time he did it, and he immediately scowled. That was one way to engage a fight with a trash beast that he really didn't want to fight right now.

"Zip it." He muttered, trying to subtly convince them to shut the hell up.