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Narrowing his eyes at the pile of coats ahead, Mmur pushed them away from a familiar box that whirred and shuddered with sporadic bursts of power. Another generator. Rather than pushing it into the water or trying to dismantle it, he pulled the cork from his pouch of blood once more and dripped it into the open grate at the top of the machine.

Less than a minute later, it sputtered in earnest, the runes sparking to life in a last ditch attempt to keep it running. Mmur peeked left, then right, then his foot shot forward, kicking the thing as hard as he could. It ceased its whirring and glowing immediately.

Before continuing to move forward, Mmur splattered more blood on the coats for good measure.

HP: 25/40
Objects: 2/5

Fingers slick with blood, Mmur fell back out of the hole without looking down at where he would land. As it happened, his foot clipped yet another runic dagger and he shrieked in pain, already weak from his injuries and unable to hold back his reaction. He was pretty sure there was no one around, considering the noise he had already been making, but it still wasn't a good idea to shout. He had to get out of here as soon as he could. Hopefully he could spread around a little more destruction before he did.

HP: 20/40
Objects: 3/5

Another pile of coats. More blood. In fact, he might have used a little more than he should have here. By the time he moved on, the cove looked like a slaughterhouse.

HP: 15/40
Objects: 4/5