"Looks promising, this distraction thing. Opinion, Dubley?"
"Exactly what I was thinking. Come, lets keep exploring!"
Sneak past the fireballs. Utilize the grappling hook to climb to one of the other exits (not the cold one and not the one the fireballs are investigating. There are other exits, right?)
There are indeed other exits. I'll assume you want to try to climb one thats not very high up.
You proceed to spin the grappling hook around and crack yourself straight in the faceplate with it.
((I'll volunteer to ride shotgun, because I've got the voidsuit, and I still haven't found out if I can carry live passengers. I know I can take inanimate objects, so I might be able to haul the Eater in with me, and leave it behind. I would only do that as a last, last resort though. Don't want it and Timmy conspiring together... anyway, I'll ride with Feyri if she wants.))
((I'm very alright with this--I just want everyone to be ok and efficient here. Not...to intrude.
And I would've said this all IC anyway 
))
We are sending Tir and Morul off towards the Pit with the Eater.
We're gonna assume that everyone else runs off in the exact opposite direction of the Eater. If you've got better transport than running, let me know!
Feyri scoops up the coffin, slinging it on her back and twisting her arms in an unnatural manner, locking her fingers together to stop it from getting away from her. The Sarcophogus is shaking violently and smoldering as she and Moral take off across the sands in a sprint. Feyri is strong, but running through sand carrying a something that weighs as much as a small car and is actively struggling against you isn't easy. Above them, the false sun has completely overtaken the sky, a layer of pulsating flame and increasingly complex organic shapes; great fluttering shapes like moth antenna or eyelashes beat the air, tendrils hundreds of miles long spiral and squirm, what look like bulbous compound eyes glitter on slowly swaying stalks. The atmosphere burns and glows as radiation and heat cascades through it, producing a blinding orange-red aurora borealis. The thing's size is incomprehensible, no matter how large it seems to grow, it never seems any closer, always hanging somewhere in the upper atmosphere, growing larger.
From the center of the creature's body unfurls a single long structure, like the proboscis of a butterfly. The tendril sweeps through the air blindly, leaving a swath of obvious heat distortion behind it. The sound, when it reaches the ground, is a rush, a roar like a jet engine heard at a distance. Then, without warning, the thing strikes out. It hits the ground somewhere beyond the visible horizon and sweeps sideways for a moment before pulling back. You can see what look like large rocks that it has torn up and tossed into the air, black specks against the flame. It's impossible to tell how large they actually are from this distance.
>Take cover. The shockwave should be here soon. Feyri and Morul have made it about 20% of the way.
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