If the problem with attacking the Basilisk was that it would turn them into stone, wouldn't it be fine if they were already made of stone? Dukiel shot his Sentinel a glance. It understood and, to be safe, drifted further away from the rest while unfolding its lasers and pointing them at the Basilisk.
Even with its quick, slithering movements that turned the forest beneath it into flat fields, the damn thing was too big for the Sentinel even to consider the possibility of missing. It would be fine if it fired while it moved. It didn't need to gather maximum power when it was just testing the waters anyway.
The Sentinel charged and fired its lasers before Zach or anyone else could react. They had been too busy running to care about the Sentinel's exact positioning. Currently, the group's numbers, familiars included, was twenty-five, after all. Anerias, Dukiel, Nessa, and Violina and their three familiars plus Zach and his four familiars.