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(15, 16) Mar continues trying to focus his Soulful Mana into the glass, but if it does glow, it is barely noteworthy.

"I greet you, I am Mar."

"The machine producing the dark creatures was carefully disassembled by myself and the others." "I suppose it is time I dive back into the art of magic. I shall be of more use with that power once more in my hands." Mar, seeing things have calmed down, takes a disc of glass in his hand, and begins focusing on it, trying to channel mana into the glass to attune it to Light Producing Mana. (17, 20) Unfortunately nothing happens. "I am truly out of practice." He takes the time to continue meditating, getting a feel for the energies within.

Mar takes the time to Bash a large rock into the large metal plate, creating a pile of fragments, and a metal chain made of square links after some meditation and focusing.

"Naturally, If you have use for them, take whichever ones you like, and return what you do not use. My name is Mar, the Elder Hunter of Stonerist Chi." Mar Opens his satchel, allowing them to peruse and draw from it. Mar Rolls up the carpet and Checks behind all the tapestries. this place looks secretive enough to hold even more secrets.

Getting bored of popping bolts, Mar goes over and attempts to open the door.

"If Aggravating the subdued machine can hurt you, it can hurt them. stop aggravating it."

Mar Gathers his tools up, and Begins lightly tapping the bolts holding the machine together, splitting them into 9 parts apiece, so a few normal hits dislodge them. "A gentle touch is needed, Could someone help me in removing the pins in this object?" "Yes, even the elements, magics and sciences are not beyond my ability to perfectly fracture."

"Solomon, Am I wrong? I have introduced myself before as Mar, as I do now, the Elder hunter of Stonerist Chi, I bring the spirit of my people, and my hospitality to bear at you." Mar says, already idly chipping perfectly spherical discs out of the glass bottle with a rock. "Behold, Stonerist's Secret, the power of Perfect Destruction, to control the exact nature of what one harms, I am in possession of the power to fragment anything I please in any way I please." As Solomon might have created and then buried deep down the tiny thought that that seems a bit boring, Mar taps one of the discs, fracturing the glass such that the fragments interlock into a small rose flower made entirely of carved glass.

The Beers are already gone, the empty bottles tied up in twine around Mar's Waist. "Ahh it was impressive friend. Far more impressive than I myself have devoted to, Even now, I have rusted in my age. I need to get back into the practices of my youth, I suppose, I have been relying on the power of my muscles, when the Power of my Mind and soul have been left behind in the sweeping erosion of a slowly approaching retirement."

"I will take Responsibility for the Shard, unless there are objections. It may yet be dangerous." Mar Strides over, Picking it up with his Sword like a spatula, he dumps the shard into his satchel to his side. "It is good to see the art of magic so frequently. Such skilled practitioners, all of you. It brings me to pleasant shame to work with all of you thus far." Mar begins to calm down a bit. He didn't really get Roughed up much, but it still got his blood rushing, his heart pounding. The hunt is as filling as it's results. Though... Maybe not in this case... Glassy Magic Shards are not good eating, less so with a foul soul trapped within. But Beer? That is a bit more palatable. Mar Drinks deeply of the watery beverage.

"HAH!" Mar leaps off of the machine, directly towards the possessor, he takes out his Twilit Magic Shard attempts to tackle it to the ground, leveraging pressure to Perform Bop Fracture on the Twilit Magic Shard to open a magical Crack in the Magic to force the Possessor Inside.

Mar Uses Bop Fracture, right on the reactor. "How Dare you attack my allies! Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!"

Mar uses Bop Fracture on the Right Machine Arm.

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Mar attacks the Left Arm with Bop Fracture, Attempting to Shatter it. BONUS: Mar uses his Medicine Bag to Heal Bridget with Orcish Medicine. "Attack the Crafter, or it's craft will keep coming!"

Mar Performs Pressure Fracture on the machine, reducing it's RES! "I will Shatter this hypocritical creator!" Mar shouts, Pressing a tool into the machine slowly, and flaking off a massive shard of metal from it.

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Mar Steps back, and replaces the sword slot in his weapon with a long splinter of adamantine ore, a powerful and durable stone worthy of this opponent. He Holds it high. +3 RES this combat. "Be Ready, Be brave!"

"I suppose Waiting will not avail us." Mar steps forward and opens the door, on his guard.

Mar searches the halls more thoroughly by hand, falling behind the rest of the group.

"Does anyone have paint? We should mark the cave and our way. So others can spot it."

"My Technique is precise to micrometers. That is impossible unless I am interfered with."

"Magic actions speak louder than magic words."

Mar Picks up the shards, and puts them in a small leather sack on his side. He is breathing heavily, shaking his head and trying to get under control. Mar uses Bop Fracture on the pile of boulders.