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<span class="mu-i">Fourth Dusk moves in and takes a position against the doorframe, alchemical charge ready. Gives it a good shake. Just like Flashpan mentioned. Volatile chemicals break their confines, internal barriers shattering as the mixing begins, the little bag fair hummming in Fourth Dusk' hands. It describes a beautiful arc, forward.
The Slicerats in the Manor are too shaken by the sudden breaking of the door to react well. One raises a bow, one tries a side-step, one throws an arm up in front of their eyes and none of that is proof against the shockwave that rebounds off of the walls.
It's too bright to see what is happening in there.
Still, even Rinik's hardiest fighters can hardly shake off a full squadbreaker's worth of munitions. Wait, the formation, hazy shadows against clenched eyes and bright lights, its shifted. One of those Slicerats threw herself into a roll behind one of the others . . .</span>
