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	Samuel waited patiently as Ms. Selas performed an incantation, which revealed the marks on the walls around them. However, before any of them could even wonder what they were for, they began to glow, and the alley around the trio changed seemingly of its own volition. 

   Samuel's brow furrowed as he witnessed five contraptions step out of the sudden darkness, attempting to surround the smaller group.

[color=#9932CC]"Oh. Well it appears we have walked-"[/color] he didn't even have time to comment as Grain advised caution, before lashing out at one of the automatons.

[color=#9932CC]"I'm going to assume negotiation is not in your wheelhouse then, Lady Blackmore..."[/color] he responded in a slightly bothered tone.

He then turned in the opposite direction of Grain, as he assumed she could handle herself with how she initiated.

Samuel thought quickly, dropping to a squat and planting his hand on the bricks below, before uttering a phrase in well-practiced manner while shifting his hand forward swiftly. [color=#9932CC]"Lutuso disdo."[/color] A wave of energy would wash over the feet of those near him and saturated the ground, as he would release quite a bit of it to perform his task.

His intention was to reduce the bricks under two of the machines to a pudding-like substance, before rapidly hardening it and shifting it away from his comrades - effectively nullifying the only visible weapons their ambushers had. If it was successful, those caught would be drug to a safe distance, accompanied by the sound of bricks scraping and rasping against each other as they shifted. 

There, they would be easy targets for Grain once the others were dealt with.