Cerys gritted her teeth. They had no time to fight, and the corridor offered little cover. She exchanged a glance with Vyrelda. The knight's jaw clenched—she was prepared to strike, but they both knew a full confrontation might trigger alarms.
With a swift, improvised motion, Vyrelda removed a small device from her belt—a mini disruptor Mikhailis had given them. She tossed it gently down the corridor. It landed near the sentinel with a soft clink, causing the machine to swivel in curiosity. A second later, the disruptor activated, sending a localized burst of interference that scrambled the sentinel's sensors.
The device whined, the lens flickering. In the confusion, the sentinel twitched and rotated wildly, trying to recalibrate. Cerys took that moment to slip forward, Vyrelda at her side. They darted past, each footstep careful not to slam on the floor. The sentinel whirred again, but by the time it could see clearly, they were already gone.