The doors do not move. The statues continue striking at the puddle that Stalker has become. As Bodayik follows the line, he eventually traces a full circle, with eight pairs of depressions. Finally, at the center, there is one more. A single inscription is set in the floor at the center.
"He who would carry our burden, let him walk in our footsteps."
The ghostly green flames surrounding the statues's heads extend downward, slowly forming plated armor. Everywhere it touches, there is a pulse of strange, unidentifiable energy, and the metal is liquid again. Stalker will find that he now has trouble forcing it to move. Lifelessly, it dribbles down the statues, to pool at their feet. They draw back their lances and begin stabbing into it again.
Small disks begin to beep in the pool of metal.
Bodayik whips towards the beeping.
"Are those explosives? Are you INSANE? This room is underground and sealed! If it survives the blast we'll suffocate!"
The doors do not move. The statues continue striking at the puddle that Stalker has become. As Bodayik follows the line, he eventually traces a full circle, with eight pairs of depressions. Finally, at the center, there is one more. A single inscription is set in the floor at the center.
"He who would carry our burden, let him walk in our footsteps."
"...Walk in your footsteps...?" On a hunch, Bodayik plants his foot into the nearest depression to see if it does anything.
There is a heavy clunk, and suddenly Bodayik's foot is locked in place. One of the statues turns away from Stalker, and begins marching toward Bodayik. It is the one with the long gash in the center of its torso. It shambles slowly forward. Lance held in hands that are suddenly just a bit too steady. Its face a manic grin only possible in death or Skadki."
There is a heavy clunk, and suddenly Bodayik's foot is locked in place. One of the statues turns away from Stalker, and begins marching toward Bodayik. It is the one with the long gash in the center of its torso. It shambles slowly forward. Lance held in hands that are suddenly just a bit too steady. Its face a manic grin only possible in death or Skadki."
"...Uh..." Bodayik stares at the advancing statue while frantically trying to pull his leg out of it's locked in place status.
It draws back its lance, and brings it down with enough force to cleave Bodayik in two. At the same time, the force holding his foot releases, giving him the barest of opportunities to dodge.
It draws back its lance, and brings it down with enough force to cleave Bodayik in two. At the same time, the force holding his foot releases, giving him the barest of opportunities to dodge.
As his foot pops out, he is caught off-balance on one foot. The result is that he is incapable of taking the opportunity. "AAAAAAGHRF!"