Sabine lost her nerve.

The bough Do'rhajul stared at erupted in a blue light. It spread a ward below Sabine as she turned her efforts to the control rod. A few moments was all it took to cast the order to animate. Clicks and slides permeated the nearby cover as vaguely humanoid creatures made from orange metal sprung up with weapons for hands.

The spheres took long enough to ratchet into readiness for Do'rhajul and Arinette to do something about Sabine. She still had little in the way of an escape route. A familiar charge of altering magical power glowed behind the ward preceding an effort to transform into a raven once more.