The others are too preoccupied to notice the effects of the mercury, but Cinnabar can see them squinting against the acrid metallic miasma in the air... the other Dreamers are strong, but even they can't fight poison.
Hurriedly Cinnabar resorbs the mercury from the air, trying to hold back their panic and guilt. Gentle heating might have worked, but electricity vaporizes the mercury. As effective as that technique was, they won't be able to use it again without putting the others at serious risk. But what else do they have? Unlike the others, they don't have a Sandglass weapon... or, more accurately, they've never managed to separate their weapon from the globs of mercury that surround it. They aren't worthy of being a Dreamer... they're as much a monster as Melanchoria herself.
Let monsters fight monsters, then. Cinnabar covers themself in mercury, creating crude, half-melted armor, then lunges directly at the bulk of Melanchoria's body. While Cinnabar lacks physical strength, the sheer mass of their liquid metal slams into the glass with all its weight.
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Hurriedly Cinnabar resorbs the mercury from the air, trying to hold back their panic and guilt. Gentle heating might have worked, but electricity vaporizes the mercury. As effective as that technique was, they won't be able to use it again without putting the others at serious risk. But what else do they have? Unlike the others, they don't have a Sandglass weapon... or, more accurately, they've never managed to separate their weapon from the globs of mercury that surround it. They aren't worthy of being a Dreamer... they're as much a monster as Melanchoria herself.
Let monsters fight monsters, then. Cinnabar covers themself in mercury, creating crude, half-melted armor, then lunges directly at the bulk of Melanchoria's body. While Cinnabar lacks physical strength, the sheer mass of their liquid metal slams into the glass with all its weight.