Richard Dunn: Diamond
HP: 1 Condition: Damage -5, Fatigued
Richard glanced at the setting and felt a sinking feeling in his stomach.
At least three big name Psions, the Proffessor himself and two unknowns vs them. Numbers were on Richard's side, but skill and power weren't nessessarily. So what was the smart play?
Convince them to leave or make it so they couldn't win.
He looked at the others. Curt and Melissa were the quiet ones. If things were going to go to hell then having them in a place where they could hit suddenly and hard might even the odds.
He made the "shh" sign then pointed at them to sneak around either side. To Keshia he made a wait sign by holding up his hand, then he made the same "shh" sign, pointed to a tree. Then he pointed at the blind folded man, made a hugging motion and then hooked his thumb over his shoulder.
Hopefully she'd catch the idea and get him out when the time came.
He turned to Eric, made an hourglass figure, motioned like he was spraying with paint, then held up one finger, then two, then five. He didn't know how well Eric's creations could fight, but the illusion of numbers couldn't hurt.
Then he waved at the rest of them and pointed towards the Psions. Point to them, then to his eyes, then waved to them again. He wanted to distract them.
Then he raised and eyebrow and held out his hands. Maybe one of them had a better idea?