The metal has little ability to burn through conventional means, but luckily Deimos is anything but conventional. With heavy application of his arcane prowess the tiefling manages to cause even further damage to some of the more intricate looking pieces of machinery. Combined with the party's thrashing of the devices the equipment looks inoperable.
As the mage is applying his efforts, you see the prone forms of the gith and human stirring. Vistrathis looks at the group confused, before his eyes settle on the halfling. "Ugh, Haltor? What happened? Where am I? .... oh where's that shade bastard!" he says.
Alex looks around, feels his bones and groans in pain, "Oh, and where is everyone else? Who are these guys?" he moans, looking at the dwarf and the pyromaniac.