"Don't get yourself killed, Gansukh!", Phyrrus yelled while he ran towards the control room. "We will need your arts to escape the coming calamity." He would need to move quickly, so Gansukh, who was their only means of escape would still be alive by the time the facility came down. Without much care and with little regard about the Francs that would no doubt also suffer, but all the better if they perished, as they were most certainly tainted, Phyrrus armed the explosives and threw them on the control panels, hoping the destruction of any and all control mechanisms would iniate the cascade. "Emperor preserve us", he yelled and ran back towards Gansukh while the explosive's timer was ticking down. "Stop your earth magic for the Emperor's sake! We will need your psychic pathway to escape what is to come! I've set the charges and the space wolf will form our rearguard, we need to leave now!"