[h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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"[color=4286f4][i]Compartmentalize Arthur.[/i][/color]" He thought to himself. Survival was his number one goal, and he needed to put everything else, including revelations about the true nature of the universe, behind the goal of staying alive. Shuffling into the shed, he figured since the rest of them had decided to fight, that'd be the direction they had to go in. Given they were lacking that magic metal Hedge had mentioned, it seemed their only option was to drop something heavy on them. He liked the idea of using the bags, but wasn't so comfortable of Anastasia being used as bait. "[color=4286f4]That's pretty dangerous, how fast can you run?[/color]" He asked uncertainly.

	With that note, he went onto making a plan. If they could tie some knots around the weighted bags, they could essentially use their bodies as a counter weight, he'd imagine that'd only get one of them though. He didn't see how many of them there were, but he was certain of their plurality above all other things right now. He thought it'd be best to point this out, "[color=4286f4]Guys, let's say best case scenario we get two of them in here before we need to drop the bags.[/color]" He started, glancing around at them, "[color=4286f4]What're we gonna do to get away from the others? It feels like we're cutting off our nose to spite the face.[/color]"