"Leerans, more trouble then they're worth." Randy

“Oh, no. We killed him.” Randy looked at Amber with a bit of bewilderment “Well, we won't be able to interrogate that one.”

At least Bonita seemed to be the sensible one, only attacking when he got close to her. Leerans are formidable opponents but better hostages. They need to be, for the secrets they hold-“Dash it all” Randolph just realized the Leeran had both pummel not for instant death but hitting Randolph and Amber in the nerve points. Soon they would both go numb. (Bonita only her left arms should be nullified due to the safety of her involvement.)

Amber went over to a log, probably succumbing to the blows without even realizing it. Amber "We need to get back with the others as soon as possible. Their lives are in danger. Cor--uh, Thelma has something that they want. We need to help protect her."

It was all fitting together those moves her knowing of Thelma(wait did she say… Cordell?), either way she was more then she seemed. Randolph could tell at least that, even in his current state of disillusionment. Words were getting fuzzy and Bonita's words went the way of the wind.

“Bonita there's a nerve chart in my bag would you be a dear get it out for me” his left side and bottom half slowly shutting down to dis-movement.

Now forced to lay by the fire himself; He whipped out, with his functional arm, the other half of the medallion, got one of the rocks surrounding the fire, smashed three fourths of it and discarded the rest into the flames.

Amber's voice got unusually high “Gertie, should the corps be moving?”

Violently looking over, Randy saw the movement for himself. “He must be using an altered version of Hawks Eye, Curse Lord Lar and his experiments. Bonita, be a dear and get us into the carriage.”