...well, that's one way to do it.

(Ow.)

He falls over a tripped clockwork minion, and lands on his face.


'Thanks.'

The danger's not over. More like the need to dance has retreated, and is just circling back in for another go. But there's clarity in this moment, and it's probably a good thing because from the other end of the hall-


'I don't think we're done here.'

He counts six. And they look bigger than the ones they've already taken out.