Swamped

Strictly speaking, you don't need to think of anything. You sent Ringer off, so out of the three Marshguards in this room, you're technically supposed to be taking orders, not giving them.

If you had any ideas, of course, you wouldn't let that bother you. But you're a bit stumped.

"I think we got a full-on infestation of these things," you say. "So, uh, they might be turning up underfoot."

"What in the hells? What is that?" Bigfoot asks, pointing at the drill.

"Dunno. I think they might be having some trouble with the wooden floors, since the only one I see is where there's a loose board. But, judging by the shaking, they seem to be making progress."

"I only see one aura," Mantis mutters. "If there are multiple machines, then where is it coming from?"

"Don't suppose you can tell us what kind of aura it is?" you grumble. May as well humor him. If he actually knows something, it could get you somewhere.

"Not human, not grebling, and it doesn't fit with any creature I've ever seen in the swamp. So, no, I can't tell you what kind it is, only what it isn't..."

He stops suddenly.

"Wait, perhaps I did see an aura like it once, long ago. Before I arrived here. But I can't recall exactly where, or what it was..."

"Real useful," you mutter, as you attempt to dislodge the visible drills with your mudpike. Maybe you can clear enough space to see what's really going on down there. "If you remember anything else, let me know."

"Someone really ought to tell Razor and Claws about this," Bigfoot grumbles. "In case this gets worse."

"Is that an order for me? Or a suggestion for Mantis?"

Bigfoot gives you a glare.

"You think you can fight these things yourself?"

"Well, not under the floor, it's too cramped there. Hard to say how it'd go in open space, if they manage to break through."

"Right. Well, I'll have a better shot at dealing with them either way. So you go and do it, unless you find a messenger you can send over."

Makes sense, you suppose.

"You're not going to interrupt her, are you?" you say, pointing to Elmin.

"As long as she doesn't try anything funny, no."

Good enough, you suppose. You head for the door and...

...well, there goes the floor under you. Seems the things are breaking through now, and this one's blocking your way out.

You'd call Bigfoot or Mantis for help, but they've got their hands full with the others as it is.

So what do you do here?