Lee's face paled when he saw the massive ship in the sky materialize from seemingly out of nowhere, and the color definitely didn't return when more robots began to descend from the sky and prepared to attack. He'd watched Daryll and Zimmy take on the single robot on their own, and though he was impressed with how quickly and efficiently they'd dispatched it, he knew none of them stood a chance against what looked like an entire army of battle androids. Especially not in such an unstable combat environment, as many of them relied on using the Mist for their tactics and fighting styles. They had no choice, they needed to get the hell out of there [b]now[/b]!

"Alright, punch a hole, get the hell out, ride Gal's shitty truck to safety. Got it!" Lee replied to Setzer when he suggested his plan. Well, it wasn't really much of a plan, but "fight your way through" was about as complex of a plan as anyone could come up with at the moment, and he had to admit it was usually one of Setzer's better plans in most situations. He turned to the direction of where they'd left the truck but didn't immediately break into a run, not yet at least. Instead, he reached back with one hand for the roll of thread still connected to his belt. The string had begun vibrating the moment the robots landed, which was a rather pointless warning by now, but maybe it could still be useful. He brought the thread up to his mouth and cut it with his teeth, disconnecting it from the rest of the roll, and then held the now-loose end in his hand. With no need for the rest of the roll, he pocketed it with his free hand before then focusing on the Mist he'd applied to the string up to this point. Plenty of it had been unrolled during the trek, so perhaps, he'd have enough...

With a flick of the wrist, the string whipped up into the air. The Mist attached to it delivered the message down the line until all of it, even the beginning point just beyond the entrance of the crash site, received the command as well and leaped up into the air. And then, all it took was one good yank, and the entirety of it began to fly towards him, the manipulated Mist giving it a momentum it wouldn't normally have. It began to web and bunch up until it looked more like a makeshift net, and with the robots in the way, they became its targets. Lee just needed to add one final touch, and used his specialized magic style to turn the string into something much more of a hazard: its state became something akin to a hard industrial wire, thickened yet more compact. As it wrapped up a group of the robots that were in everyone's way, Lee took that as his cue to start running. The tense wire wasn't infallible, and would likely break within only a few seconds of struggle from the robots, but a few seconds of paralysis was more than enough time to give the WARDENs (plus the Princess) a head start in their escape.

As Lee ran through the trees with the others, he counted himself lucky that he hadn't set off any of the Mist pockets. He knew he'd only used a minute amount of Mist and that it shouldn't have been enough to be worried about, but it was still a gamble, and one that he could have lost at that. But maybe now was the time to take risks, seeing as they all seriously had very few options at the moment and were on the run from automative killers. Lee shook his head, still not understanding what those things were, or why they were there, or why the Princess' ship had been attacked, or why really anything that had happened was happening.

An explosion not too far ahead of him broke him out of his thoughts, and he quickly realized that the ship had begun firing at them.

"Shit shit shit!" Lee exclaimed, and knowing that Setzer had been leading the sprint through the woods, he was instantly worried that the worst had happened. "Setzer! Setzer, reply! Say something!" He was unaware of the ringing in Setzer's ears and assumed the worst. His throat tightened, and he doubled his sprinting efforts in an attempt to catch up to where the explosion had gone off to try to see if he could find Setzer and Colette. Though before he made it, he heard Setzer ask something, probably talking to Colette. At least he was fine-

Lee suddenly felt a massive force strike him in the back and send him barreling across the ground, and could hear something shattering upon the intial impact. Shock kept him still for a moment, but he quickly became conscious of the fact that he wasn't in any major pain and that he could still move. He grunted as he forced himself to stand, somehow not much worse for wear other than feeling a bit bruised. Looking back behind him, he could see one of the robots aiming at him with its arm cannon, steam emitting from it as it charged up another shot. Wait, it had blasted him? So how was he barely even injured?

...Galahad's bead. That's right, Grand Wizard Gal had enchanted them all with a single-use barrier. The shattering sound had likely been the barrier audibly breaking when he'd been shot.

"Imagine that, Gal's foresight saved the day again..." Lee muttered as he let out a chuckle, "Shit, didn't mean to admit that over the comm line."

Seeing as the robot was currently a very active threat, and that they no longer were in the unstable Mist apocalypse, Lee decided to cast a bigger spell this time around. He motioned towards a tree near the robot like as if he were trying to grab it, manipulating the Mist much more intensively than before as he established his "link" with the tree.

The way Lee experienced the Astral Mist was a little hard to explain. He couldn't see it or hear it like some of the others, but he didn't particularly feel it either. It was less of a physical feel and more of a mental feeling, yet not quite psychic either. It was like someone took the physical states of solids liquids and gasses and transformed them into mental feelings, though that probably didn't really explain it either. All he knew is that there was "mush" and "white noise", the Mist that everyone experienced; and then there were the "states", the feelings in the environment that Lee could transform and shape into his reality. These "states" required all of his focus in order to be manipulated however, and after years of practice he came to coin his process "linking". It was this strangely specific way of dealing with the Mist that probably allowed him to have such a strong connection to it, and it explained his preferred style of magic as well.

With his focus on the base of the tree trunk, he debilitated its structure with a spell that weakened its density. Barely a moment passed before the tree began to splinter, break, and fall over, as it was no longer able to hold itself up under its own weight. Its collision course was set to crash onto the robot, but it reacted quickly and fired its now-charged arm cannon at the tree, obliterating it completely before it could crush the droid. But when it turned back to face Lee, he was already long gone. He didn't care if the tree actually took down the robot or not, he just needed to distract it long enough for him to get away.

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Lee was panting heavily by the time he made it to the truck. Sure, he was the kind of guy who you'd find more often out on the track field than in the weight room, but that didn't mean he actually [i]liked[/i] running until he was dead exhausted and then forced to continue sprinting even further. And the alcohol still in his system didn't help any.

"Go go go!" Lee gasped between breaths once he clamored into the truck and threw himself onto a free chair haphazardly, "Get everyone the fuck in and let's [b]go[/b]!"