Gorat shakes his head to get rid of the cats that got his brain. These guys really must be infectious. he thinks about his teammates, then gets his attention back to Lightthomaseater. Seems he isn't trying to eat me, at least. But that sound...
"E...evac! Away from the tower!" he shouts into the channels, but does not heed his own advice, instead signaling to Milno to leave him be.
Hobble after Lighteater if necessary. Third try for amputation.
[exo:4]
You close your eyes and concentrate on severing Thomas's arm. Come on, damn it, is it too much to ask to allow you to sever a teammate's arm with a psyhokinetic burst of heat? IS IT? A disk of heat, razor thin and white hot, appears just above Thomas' right arm, flashing into existence for an instant before disappearing. Thomas's arm and the staff it's holding separate from his body without a sound, falling into the sand.
"HA!" you yell over your pounding head "Take that, you eldritch whatever you are!"
"Alright, Thomas, I'm sorry but you're being terribly uncooperative," Charro sighed theatrically as he hefted his hatblade, testing the weight of it before taking up a throwing grip, carefully aiming it at the arm not-Thomas held the fork in.
"Stand back, people. This... Might not work."
>Aim carefully and throw the hatblade at not-Thomas, attempting to sever the arm/hand he holds the tuning staff with.
[uncon:6]
You wind up and hurl the blade like some sort of hindu god, the chakaram hissing through the air and directly into the back of Thomas' head. The blade vanishes into the flames, seemingly without effect.
Oh, that's not good. That's not good at all.
... Everybody out, get the hell away from this tower and Thomas the Lighteater.
Get out of the tower and away towards where the elevator is.
You run down the ramp, skid across the sand and make a break for the opposite side of the tower. You dodge through rubble and debris before making it to the path and sprinting away.
Once again try to figure out how to play the suit's record of original sound (and do it, if I succeed).
[Aux:4+1]
Is it this..or maybe...AH HERE IT IS! You rewind through the suit's recording and, once you've found the tone, broadcast it at full power. The tone goes out but...there's something off about it. It just doesn't have the same resonance, the same force as the tuning staff.
Thomas turns and looks at the severed limb and the staff. The black fire on the severed limb deforms, seemingly devouring the limb, and then wraps around the staff before shooting back into Thomas' other hand. He swings the staff in a low arc, the fork dragging lightly against the sand and releasing a strange warbling. The sand in front of Milno and Chin parts and the sandstone below rises with a thunderous grumbling noise, a new wall forming between the tower and the inner wall, blocking Milno and Chin's escape. Thomas spins the staff with practiced ease between his fingers, somehow moving the 50 pound mass as though it was nothing. The fork scrapes the sand again, this time digging a groove toward Milno and Chin. The ground shudders and suddenly Thomas is surging forward, riding a wall of sand and stone straight toward Chin and Milno.
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