Mobius & Sharon Eeeuugh. The sound of a cracking Dark Elf neck made Mobius's stomach do another uncomfortable lurch, like he'd just taken a dip on a roller coaster - this all really wasn't his thing, and the demons hadn't been either. Yet there he was, pitching in - honestly, did they have to have something every few weeks?
It seemed like they did. Their Grand Puppetmaster would get bored otherwise, and we couldn't have that. At some point, he was afraid he'd begin to think that Ravonna was right about free will - that only the person at the top had such an illusive thing.
But you know what? No. Fuck that. Maybe he was indirectly being told what to do but no one could tell him what to feel. And as he observed Sharon jump in to help defend other people, he knew what he felt.
"Yeah, let's go," he agreed, grasping for her hand and heading a bit further down the hall. He reached for the TemPad and quickly plugged in a few coordinates, the temporal aura of the Tower. There. The door whooshed open. All folks had to do was step through.