[He's hoping the old thing is going to fire, at least a little. If not... well, it won't be completely useless necessarily.]

I am going to draw them away. If it works, use it on any left. If it doesn't work, you will still be able to use it.

[Bash them. He's sure Abbacchio gets the idea.

Looking ahead again, he doesn't waste any time. There's no hesitation in stepping forward. He doesn't run, but his stride is long and brisk. The farther inside he gets, the more the rats begin to kick up a fuss. They begin to swarm after him, abandoning their gnawed floor and clothes, and even abandoning the hoard.

D weaves through what's left of the racks and shelves, heading for the door at the very back.]