Originally Posted by
Murkus
[Alleyway]
As Sticks runs, he begins to detach his left hand. It creaks and groans displeasure as he spins it free with an oily squeak, leaving him temporarily dismembered. He slows a little as the hand he hasn't disembodied reaches into his cloak, searching... Searching for... Ah!
What looks like a dull, green-brown wooden blasting rod appears in his fingers. It's to the end of this he attaches his left hand, the foul Molkav artifact beginning to glow an evil violet hue. It isn't truly attached - it floats, immovable, above the empty tip of the blasting rod, where a charge or focus would normally be situated to direct energy.
This is no ordinary blasting rod - it is Vargain's Fabulous Focus Manipulator, one of many similarly terrible titles Sticks worked on while he was still called by that name. And while he remembers quite well what it does, he isn't quite sure how the Molkav Claw will react to it's unique stimuli...
In any case, Sticks thumbs the topmost Sigil at the tip of the Manipulator, the sign indicating Maximum Focus. His Molkav hand writhes and spreads it's fingers violently, violet glow turning a much hotter color, approaching pink or white. Lords, he hoped this wouldn't backfire...
The tall man appears at the end of the alley, having found his way by memory of what his little bug saw. He sees as Kitty does - and sees the one that isn't burning lunge. "Kitty!" He cries, hefting the Manipulator to aim down the alley but not activating it yet. "Get down! Duck!"