[These things don't attack like the elegant, strategic Lunarians, always working together seamlessly no matter how great their numbers. They're like nothing Phos has ever encountered or even imagined.
Phos has one passageway covered, at least as far as the Wheelers are concerned. As a band of the things come speeding between the ruined emerald walls, Phos hastily tosses up their arms, alloy surging forward to cover the opening in a shifting wall of golden liquid. A few of the Wheelers ram against it, the opposite side distending with the impacts but holding strong and repelling them backwards.]
What the heck are these things?! They're so creepy!
[Phos isn't really keen on sticking around longer than necessary. They've got they're head turned towards the rest of the group for a moment, to see if everyone's alright or ask what they should all do, when another of the Wheelers suddenly comes skidding around a different wall, darting in close and swiping at them with a bladed wheel.
The wheel strikes across one of Phos' legs before they can react, and they grimace preemptively, already expecting the worst. But it's mostly a glancing hit, the wheel skidding across their surface with an awful scraping sound and miraculously not even a crack. Must have hit on one of the stripes of agate. They got lucky, for once.
Not keen on waiting for their luck to run out, they stumble back and sweep their arms at the offending Wheeler, the golden alloy melting into amorphous tendrils that thwack along the entirety of its body and smack it away. The Wheeler is haphazardly sent careening, half rolling where it manages to get its wheels back under it, and Phos realizes belatedly with a panicked expression that they've shoved it towards one of their new companions.]
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Phos has one passageway covered, at least as far as the Wheelers are concerned. As a band of the things come speeding between the ruined emerald walls, Phos hastily tosses up their arms, alloy surging forward to cover the opening in a shifting wall of golden liquid. A few of the Wheelers ram against it, the opposite side distending with the impacts but holding strong and repelling them backwards.]
What the heck are these things?! They're so creepy!
[Phos isn't really keen on sticking around longer than necessary. They've got they're head turned towards the rest of the group for a moment, to see if everyone's alright or ask what they should all do, when another of the Wheelers suddenly comes skidding around a different wall, darting in close and swiping at them with a bladed wheel.
The wheel strikes across one of Phos' legs before they can react, and they grimace preemptively, already expecting the worst. But it's mostly a glancing hit, the wheel skidding across their surface with an awful scraping sound and miraculously not even a crack. Must have hit on one of the stripes of agate. They got lucky, for once.
Not keen on waiting for their luck to run out, they stumble back and sweep their arms at the offending Wheeler, the golden alloy melting into amorphous tendrils that thwack along the entirety of its body and smack it away. The Wheeler is haphazardly sent careening, half rolling where it manages to get its wheels back under it, and Phos realizes belatedly with a panicked expression that they've shoved it towards one of their new companions.]
Move!