Buy him time?
Stare blinked, then felt a wicked laugh begin to form in her throat. Buying time was one of her specialities. She had not spent the last five or six months carefully diplomacing with the businesses of Vitruvion's that she managed, to not learn how to 'buy time'. Perfectly, she was able, and willing, to do such a thing. All she needed to figure out was how she might do it for a beast like this, with no seeming main head, but rather snouts and a few buldging eyes that were hidden amongst the flesh. They swiveled to and fro in odd locations, with one slightly larger than the rest pinned at the very top and currently watching a lone zombie dragging a full half cow towards it ...
Still, it had not seemed to notice them, and the zombies themselves were incredibly blase. With one programmed task - to bring this monstrosity food - they dumbly went to and fro from pantry and other rooms, some being sucked into the very air and vanishing with no real reason.
Stare let her eyes float around the room briefly, thinking of what 'object' there might be in this room, but a quick check with finding naught but bored-looking zombies and random liquids told her that they would need more searching to find it. It was highly possible that it was inside the creature itself. Certainly, she considered that they would not get far without destroying it.
It was so obviously there to be destroyed .... and there were no drawers or cabinets here in which to hide an object. The only equipment she could really see were heavy-bladed carving knives. Pausing, she picked out the lumbering zombie with half the cow and nodded. He would serve as a brilliant point of contact in order to make this distraction work.
Carefully she laid the candle she was still holding on the ground. Sucking in her breath she blinked her eyes wide open and began to welcome the flood of memories that allowed her to gain the emotions necessary for a full on fight. Nodding once to Nevin she focused her steady idea of horror, focusing on the fact that Vitruvion had a thrice-damned half-brother here on the planet, intent on harm. She stared hard at the cow-lugging zombie's foot and waited.
Waited for him to begin howling in pain as her eyes made the idea of the agony real.
