Metaari's crouched down, fingers moving nimbly with tiny parts. A small stone gets set into one of the mines and he lifts it, glancing up. "If we can get her with this one, we should be able to freeze her in place, at least until she breaks the hold. It'll be prime time to wail on her."

He stands up and secures his pack, squaring his shoulders as his gaze sweeps across the space again, and he gestures toward the ruins. "Over there, perhaps. A fair bit more coverage, and I'll be able to climb up for a better vantage point to watch for the whelps." And a better shot.