OOC: @Zozo: After a harsh experience in Molt's past, being anywhere near any chanting pretty much well nigh kills him, or bloomin' close to it.
IC: Sturg saw the Big Bro slowly advancing, but it seemed afraid, though Sturg thought that if he had muscles like that, he'd fear nothing. It shouldn't be a threat. Unlike the net. He hardly had time to swerve round, the net flying past the Vykker and landing on his back. His erect spines helped keep it off, but it hung over him. Irritating. He couldn't reach it with his head from here. Maybe the Big Bro could be useful. He turned his back to it "Alright, I won't eat you if you get this net offa me, okay?"
The knife deflected off of the Slig's mask, which did not conduct electricity. It then managed to escape. Damn. The smoke had got a bit worse now, so he could barely see. He then heard a loud "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" nearby. He swerved to see a completely devastated looking Slig behind the Vykker, who was obviously busy. He flew down to him, putting his shotgun in his sling as he did so, and grabbed him in his arms. Where could he take him...he looked at the signs. The lab seemed closest to a hospital, so he fairly slowly, with the added weight, flew towards the lab.
OOC: Is the lab door shut?
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