_The shot stops short of surge-protectors, *stunning the synth-zombie for a few precious seconds* as it audibly resets its breakers, but more noticeably blows its eyes out, making it hold its face painedly for a moment after movement returns to its body... it then gazes up with empty eyeholes, sparks emanating almost furiously from those skull-ports at what he'd just done._
_Nearly a dozen proceed to advance slowly toward Imos... Curiously, the eyeless one
_Near the entrance into this catacomb, Rameshvara steps forward, prepared to try and pulverize everything between him and the lizard, beneath the bulk and strength of his "landmate":https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Landmate, but stops cold in his tracks when one synth turns to face him; it's face still partially covered uncannily by loosely-hanging pieces that'd once formed an articulate face._