Climb up, then, and secure the grappling hook. With Dubley's help if necessary.
I'm not even gonna roll. You guys get up there and the rope is secure.
((Sorry for that [and related things]! I'm thinking of a thousand ways to handle the scenario and not thinking about trying to link all those ways up >_>))
Right, please be my eyes here. Stabilize the coffin and warn me ahead so I can activate the rockets to get a boost--I'm unsure how long you can hold, but I will not doubt that we will make it.
I am not knowledgeable in those amps or manipulators, or on anything Bothe discussed aeons ago, or on any of the more complex conservation laws, but that's my theory. Any weapon on-person is yours to use.
Intuition roll: Go! How long until the designated area, and how steady is the landscape beneath me?
Keep on running--and utilize rockets if I perceive it as a good alternative! {Coordinate first though}
Suggest towards Morul to try to stabilize the Eater from feeling...external...momentum, and test to increase speed. {Coordinate first though}
...Unless you can provide a force of near equal standing to the speed I can create here, we may be in a pickle. A very fiery pickle.
Ti, in the last major post I already said you guys were about 20% there. If you're gonna do this roll, I recommend focusing it towards something better.
So, feyri starts flying near the ground at a pretty good rate with morul hanging on to the eater's capsule.
A few things happen in relatively quick succession. The first is that the eater starts freaking out even more the instant they leave the ground. Doesn't seem to matter they're only a few feet up, the coffin starts jerking around like a paint mixer. Morul struggles to keep hold and shifts his grip to feyri's shoulders but still gets thrown off and goes tumbling through the sand at high speed. Luckily his robotic body isn't injured by the fall. Normally I'd wait to see if Feyri would go back and help or just keep going but it's kind of a moot point since she gets swatted out of the air by the shockwave that rolls in shortly there after. She goes face first into the sand and sinks in up to her waist. The eater's coffin bounces of into the sand and proceeds to start swelling up and cracking, clearly beginning to fail.
They've made it 55% of the way.
The rest of you stay low behind that sand dune and are uninjured by wall of sound and force which sweeps over you. Though it does partially bury you in sand from the crumbling dune.
The thing up above uncoils several more tendrils like the first one, and they move out in slow slithering patterns, searching for a place to dig.