[ That tone is never a good thing, sends a matching fear skittering along under Flynn's skin even as the door slides shut. This room is full of what looks to Flynn's eye like farming equipment: saws, hammers, a whole rack of wrenches. Flynn forgets whatever was on his head for a moment, even if it's dripping down along his neck now.
He lets go of Yuri to cross over to the rack. A saw feels too... Flynn can't fight with that. After a long moment of consideration, he picks up a solid, hefty wrench, and then grabs another to offer it to Yuri. ]
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[ That tone is never a good thing, sends a matching fear skittering along under Flynn's skin even as the door slides shut. This room is full of what looks to Flynn's eye like farming equipment: saws, hammers, a whole rack of wrenches. Flynn forgets whatever was on his head for a moment, even if it's dripping down along his neck now.
He lets go of Yuri to cross over to the rack. A saw feels too... Flynn can't fight with that. After a long moment of consideration, he picks up a solid, hefty wrench, and then grabs another to offer it to Yuri. ]