[ he's off the hook, for now; they could possibly do better exploring and picking up clues, or even supplies instead of talking about that. as for the door, if jayce were a decade younger and abled, he'd try to kick it down. the thought process can be seen clearly as jayce brings his gaze from the jammed frame to his good leg, then his braced leg. standing on his disaability to use his right to kick was a recipe for bad decisions and endless strain, and a switch was an unthinkable disaster. he wouldn't do either, not even in his dreams.
so, that leaves his uncanny hammer, a grip going tight around its assymetrical dips and spiraled hilt. ]
Stay back. [ he doesn't need to swing so much as he does strategically use the sharp edges to catch onto hinges, stick the ends into the ground and wedge it tightly against the door itself, applying smart pressure and a simple amount of physics to get the door to crack open. after that, they could help themselves— perhaps to a blast of dust and debris, something welcomed, or something not— ]
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so, that leaves his uncanny hammer, a grip going tight around its assymetrical dips and spiraled hilt. ]
Stay back. [ he doesn't need to swing so much as he does strategically use the sharp edges to catch onto hinges, stick the ends into the ground and wedge it tightly against the door itself, applying smart pressure and a simple amount of physics to get the door to crack open. after that, they could help themselves— perhaps to a blast of dust and debris, something welcomed, or something not— ]