It was instinct, Wyatt's active mind taking a backseat to allow his body the freedom to move, to react, that had him leaping to Venus' aid even as he called out to the men.

"Go! Go!"

Wrapping a muscled arm around Venus' hips, he jerked - all his usual gentleness forgotten as he tried to pop her free before she was crushed.

Around them the other machines were coming to life, the walls seeming to close in, pressing the metal bodies closer. All sharp angles and edges and crushing weight.

"Move! Don't stop!"