[PQ] with our backs against the wall

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"Fine, yes. Thank you." Remi murmured, swiping a dirty hand across his eyes and only furthering the appearance of being some sort of dirt-bandit.

Reaching for the soil with his magics, Remi began to move it without his hands this time, wondering if perhaps magical-might would help keep the area more secure. Like Deimos, the alchemist wasn't clear at all about what had caused the minor tremor, and so didn't know how to avoid it. More supports seemed like a safe bet though.