TAKSHAKA
[The room you step into looks like it could be a miniature ballroom, complete with stained glass windows and vast, ornate mirrors.
Your team's column is set into one wall, easily accessible but as impregnable as ever. One of the mirrors may prove almost as interesting, if you can tear your eyes away from your trapped teammate. Through it, you are somehow able to see every other team's column and what is inside, though nothing beyond that.
The floor beneath your feet polished, patterned wood, inlaid with the pattern of a grand sundial in your team's colors. In the center of the pattern stands a pedestal, upon which sits a collection of colorful glass ornaments. It looks like there's room for other items, but there's nothing else to be found just yet . . . ]
Your team's column is set into one wall, easily accessible but as impregnable as ever. One of the mirrors may prove almost as interesting, if you can tear your eyes away from your trapped teammate. Through it, you are somehow able to see every other team's column and what is inside, though nothing beyond that.
The floor beneath your feet polished, patterned wood, inlaid with the pattern of a grand sundial in your team's colors. In the center of the pattern stands a pedestal, upon which sits a collection of colorful glass ornaments. It looks like there's room for other items, but there's nothing else to be found just yet . . . ]

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slices off his left hand
THAT WAS EASY ENOUGH BECAUSE IT WAS A SWORD AND SWORDS ARE ALWAYS GOOD AND TRUE AND CORRECT IN HIS HANDS BUT
HE'S HAVING TROUBLE HOLDING THE BLOWTORCH STEADY AND THERE'S AN AWFUL LOT OF BLOOD
dropping to his knees, dropping the blowtorch.]
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W-Why did you do that?!
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[ He wants to explain his thought processes in sophisticated detail, that there's no time to devise a plan to fight this Echo, that the Echoes have proven to be nigh-omnipotent in their own realms, but all that comes out is ]
I, I am my team's Servant.
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[ her hands are steadily getting covered with blood as she tries to tourniquet the wound, furiously blinking back as many tears as she can so she can see what she's doing. ]
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[ohhhh god.
so much blood so much blood blood blood everywhere oh god.
rapidly backing away as fast as she can nope nope nope]
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—Robin??
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ssshakes her head in response to Finch]
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If I'd kn-known you were afraid of blood I'd have been quicker. With the blowtorch.
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under current circumstances she's too busy doing her best not to look at or smell the blood, so both her mouth and nose are being covered by her hands as she pointedly stares elsewhere.
she calls out to him, muffled:]
Please clean up!
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[kicking and clawing and punching at the glass]
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[that comeback doesn't even make sense, but he reaches for the sword]
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[ GOING SHEET WHITE IN DISTRESS ]