"Hu." Fuel line to the motor. The desert man drew his right sword, tentatively positioned himself for slicing strike... then reverse gripped and squatted in front of Deezy, pressing his body close to the machine -- and not coincidentally between the future cut and the burning-hot engine block/exhaust. (He felt its heat burn into upper back, shoulder and arm almost immediately, prayed he would not be there long enough for his suit to melt, to pierce). Quickly then, he gripped the hose two inches in front of Deezy's hands, carefully pricked the point of his sword into the top of it - looked to far away Shaughnessy and Ottoman, looked into *her* eyes - and... triggered!
[sblock=Actions]Impale straight down into the floor, hoping the flat of his blade AND his own body will be enough to intercept any splashes.
I don't see how he could miss like this, so straight to the 21 Tough save?[/sblock]