York sprints in to close the distance, a scattershot of stun rounds made meant more to disorient than anything else. Just to give him time enough to reach out and grab the last Daxamite left stunned and standing. Beautiful thing about the transuits-

They're inorganic.

He charges the material with a flicker of will and thought, D running calculations as to how much would disarm and disable rather than dismember and calling out the appropriate time to ollie out and shove him in Tela's direction before the timed charge crackles and explodes in a film of concussive force both outward and inward.

"Incoming!"