[Suzerain of Sheol]

Okay. You're a trained mesmer. You're creative, even. You can figure this out.

...okay, right. That's pretty obvious.

Standing well enough back to avoid having to be near the disgusting things, Tsae takes a moment to devise a brand new phantasm just for this purpose -- the Illusionary Sapper! Wielding its trusty shovel, the wispy replica of her scoops up the nearest ooze and gets it away from the water supply, onto the hard ground, where it proceeds to beat it repeatedly with the flat end of the shovel until it stops moving.

She spawns two more, just for good measure, and watches them work.

And then the apocalypse happens.

Barely reacting in time, Tsaerri throws herself flat and shatters the clones to grant herself distortion as a jet of liquid fire sprays in arc over where she was standing.

Blinking away to what is hopefully safety, she watches Dan's turret eradicate the ooze menace, wondering if Syrgei's coat will catch on fire. He doesn't seem too worked up about it, and now she feels a little embarrassed for losing her nerve there. Oh well.

To no one in particular, or maybe Eduardo, since he has the sense enough to stay out of the danger zone, she mumbles, "Do we even... have a permit for weapons like that?"