"That almost seems preferable..." Charles says under his breath, staying close. It is a convoluted escape route he's led on, almost a maze in comparison. But Arthur seems to be able to think in more than two dimensions.
Even so, they are trailed by projections that continue to try and take potshots at them the closer they get. Charles doesn't relish getting shot and decides to take things into his own hands. "Hold on, wait!" he calls after Arthur. Strange strategy, stopping while being chased but Charles has a plan. His fingers at at his temple as he looks right at Arthur...
"Don't move." There's more of a command behind that sentence than the rest of his words. Everyone slows and suddenly freezes in place, as if the whole place had been put on pause. Including Arthur.