Iason nods. "You may have the opportunity. There are a couple dozen more coming. The echoes in here and the building storm outside make it hard to be precise, but I can hear their footsteps." he says.
He tears the door off its hinges and steps in, beginning to 'feed' off their power generators, having to take it slow. The ride is already getting rough enough without him interrupting the energy flow too drastically. Still, his wounds slowly begin to fade with the intense energy feed to draw on - much more effective, if requiring more focus than simply resting in the sun a few hours.
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