The armor clatters towards Max. Though it has no eyes, you can still tell that its gaze has fallen upon the large werewolf, either picking him out as the greatest threat, or else the weak link.
As the armor drags its steel body forward, hefting its axe high above its helm, you duck down, trying to sink beneath notice. It's not as difficult as it might otherwise be: every eye in the room, both of your group and the intruders in the doorway, is fixed on the giant suit of armor, which itself is fixated upon Max.
Once you've worked your way behind it, you see the arm that holds the axe pull back, ready for a swing. You leap up, grasping the metal limb and gripping tight on to it with all your strength.
Caught by surprise, and suddenly having to compensate for your added weight, the armor stumbles, staggering to the side.
You land on your feet, giving the armor a hard shove forward. Normally, you can't imagine that this would accomplish anything, but the armor's lack of balance means that it totters, the axe dropping from its gauntlet as it tries to prevent its fall.
Then it has pitched forward, staggering wildly until its uncontrolled path sends it careening into the vampires and werewolves who fill the doorway, none of whom are swift enough to escape its charge.
"The basement!" you shout over the clatter of the armor's attempts to right itself, not to mention the screams and groans of the students trapped beneath it. "Now!"
"The basement?!" Sonia shouts. "You want us to give up?!"