[i]"Why do giant things keep wanting to kill me?"[/i] This particular thought was the only thing buzzing around Roze's head as the Centurion set it's eyes on her; bits of the ashlander it had just obliterated still dripping from it's hammer. She had frozen in fear of imminent death for a moment, breaking out of it immediately when she realised the Centurion had become stuck. From what Roze could gather of the garbled conversation around her, this could work to their advantage - taking out the Dwemer monstrosity with the very thing that aided in it's functioning; steam. From where she stood she caught sight of bronzed valves sticking out of the pipes. Upping the pressure of those things would likely cause some ruptures down the line... perhaps even where the centurion stood. Would a sudden, possibly explosive blast of steam do the trick? And furthermore, would it be worth the risk of getting so close to the damned thing just to get to the valves? It still seemed particularly angry (Did these things even feel emotion? Gods, she hoped not - that would just make things awkward for both parties.) towards herself, so getting close was not a rather favourable option for the young rogue.

Thankfully, it seemed she and the others were in luck. Due to a well-placed shot of magic from Niernen, a pipe above the centurion ruptured, sending down clouds of steam that all but engulfed the thrashing mechanic. Roze let out a slight sigh of relief - the valves would (hopefully) be safer to turn now, but the flailing centurion still posed a threat. Deciding this was time again to put her sneak to good use, Roze got down into a crouch, heading towards the closest valve to herself, on the right of the Centurion. Hopefully it had lost it's targeting system - or whatever in Oblivion it was that it used - and wasn't taking any notice of her. No way of finding out until it attacked, so she crept silently towards the valve anyway. Hopefully if it turned on her, Sagax would jump on it's back and start riding it like a bucking horse. That would surely get it's attention.

Grunting slightly from exertion, Roze found that the steam had been useful in more ways than one - the valve she was attempting to turn clearly hadn't been touched in decades, perhaps even centuries. As such, it wasn't turning much - however, the steam in the air must have loosened up it's gears somehow, and after a few tense seconds of pushing on it, the valve began to turn. A strange noise began emanating from the pipes the more she turned; a high-pitched whining that only increased alongside the pressure. Once she began to hear the clunking, groaning sounds of metal bending to far beyond it's capabilities, Roze rushed away from the valve as quickly as she could still in a crouch, managing to put a good amount of space between her and the pipe before it ruptured, in a manner very similar to the one above the Centurion. However, the tank above it also seemed to be groaning under the pressure too - the small fissure made in the pipe didn't seem to be good enough. Roze watched on from the shadows with bated breath, hoping the construct would collapse right on top of the centurion. At this point, surely the group deserved some good luck?