The Machine’s defences are turned against them

(Detail Focus: What kind of threat does the leader pose? | [AD] Unique (technical) )

All around the room, pistons and gears whir into motion. Long, multi-jointed, articulated arms reach down from the walls, poised to grab or crush. Lux clenches her fists, wishing she had a weapon to hand. She considers whether any of her spells might do the job here, but several of the metallic limbs are positioned to obscure the outcast from her, protecting him.

“We have to get him away from the controls,” Eron says in a hushed voice. He eyes the unfolding machinery nervously. “I’ll – I’ll do everything I can to stop the defences, but…”

Lux nods grimly. The real fight’s going to be up to her.