[quote=@Cruallassar]"Here. If you're accompanying us, you might want a full kit." Since after all, his last shield had been turned into doom incarnate...[/quote]
[@Cruallassar]
"Oh. Thanks." The knight replied, gingerly taking the pavise by its sides in both hands. "Uh. Sorry for trying to kill you earlier. We were pretty sure - Hiecro and me that is - that you and that girl were proxies. This whole situation is just..." He shook his head, the golden light pouring from his eyes blooming with intensity for a moment. "...we thought that just because we weren't told about you that you were a suspect - and then that gearhead turns out to be a proxy all along despite being one of the people we really were supposed to retrieve? Madness." He moved the pavise to his left hand, sliding his arm into the mounted straps on its back before straightening up. "I guess if nothing else we don't need to worry about them turning on us anymore. Maybe it thought it would kill more of us in the sphere by gibbing itself like that. Uh." He coughed, turning his head to glance between Donny and the open door leading into the university proper. 

[quote=@Holmishire]"If any of you find weapons on one of the bodies, bring it to me, please. I'll probably need something to break any security systems acting weird."[/quote]
[@Doc Doctor][@Holmishire][@WiseDragonGirl]
"About that. I know this will sound really stupid, but maybe we should consider splitting up in there? I mean, what Aesch told you does not really cover just how freaky Leona is, from what I heard just before the lockdown. If Donny and I and Sir Fortune can't handle her, at least the rest of you might be able to get the Duke or some of the others out safely. Let Aesch burn the whole place down with her trapped inside." He looked around warily. "Where is Sir Fortune, by the way? He sort of vanished on us..."

[@Bright_Ops]
The tongue-mounted centipede wriggling out from the widened maw of the man who choked on his own mettle chittered sardonically, a note of scorn somehow permeating the echoing, cohesive voice it conjured with its rubbing legs as it addressed Fortune. "You seem out of place. If it is the Coward's Heart you seek, it may be found yonder; trail but back out. Perhaps this task is too much for you, little mote?" The small centipede uttered a rattling laugh. The husk it extended from raised one shaking arm to point with a wobbling digit towards the void behind Fortune, out across the landing pad and its current carpet of viscera, bodies, and shattered gears. One by one, without any fuss, the miscellaneous bits and pieces of debris were turning to black and bleeding out of the air, soon to leave nothing behind. It seemed mere remnants could not survive in this place. What precisely the husk of the man who choked on his own mettle was gesturing out remained out of sight, obscuring by oblivion - perhaps it could see what he could not?