Very weird for the guy to have accomplices, and probably complicating. He'll sort it out when he gets there, though; onto the bicycle, now, making liberal use of telekinesis, and away he goes, somewhat awkwardly at first but quickly getting up to a speed that makes it obvious why he thought he could catch him.

"Crash now!"

The two equartiers charge through the fields holding the rope strung between them, with it passing through the frame of the bike to pull it forward. The harpies fly low, keeping the rope just above the crops.

The mouseling holds onto the rope on left side and saws through it farther to the left. For a moment, the rope on the right is still pulling on the bike, throwing it into a roll. Then the cursor is pulled through the gap between the wheel and the frame and smashed. (The mouseling is still perfectly safe back at the shrine complex.)

The harpies keep flying, the equartiers keep running, and all that's left is Tomas, a crashed bike, and some fragments of wicker in the middle of a field of squash.

He tumbles over twice and lands in an area of seedlings, avoiding the hard full-grown squashes.

It doesn't take long for Rafiik to catch up; he jumps off the bike and lets it crash rather than try to figure out how it's supposed to be dismounted, rolling to a stop next to Tomas and grabbing his wrist, gently but firmly enough that he's not going to be able to run away. "You don't want to lie to me," he asserts with a brief wave of his free hand, and it's just obviously true, Tomas doesn't. "Are you hurt? Are we in danger?"

That's right! He's going to show them all by telling this asshole the truth! "Well, I sprained my wrist and I'm bruised all over and my vision is blurry but I guess I'm not hurt in any way you'd care about. I have no idea what they're going to do now but I'm sure you'll be fine, super Jedi man."

Blurry vision might be a detached retina or something, better not to let that wait. "If I let go of you are you going to run away? I can heal you, but I need to catch my breath first."

"No, there's no point running."

"Is there any other reason you know of why I might not want to do that right now? Are your people going to come back or anything?"

"It's a stupid waste of effort. I'll be fine.

What do you mean, my people? The Lei? They're not my people, but they'll catch up in a minute."

Indeed, Mirana and Saiel are climbing out of a hole about a hundred feet away and running towards them.

He lets go of Tomas and gets to his feet. "If your vision gets worse tell me, if you hit your head you could be going blind and I can't fix that if I don't catch it early. It's fine, I've got him," he shouts to Mirana and the others.

"Wow. Are you okay?"

Hey Rafiik is away from the shrine, get the undine over there!

...Which will take like fifteen minutes.

"Yeah, I'm okay!" He meets them partway, checking back every few steps to make sure Tomas doesn't get too much of a headstart if he tries to run off. "I did a Force thing to him so he can't easily lie to me; if he notices that I did it it might stop working, though, so don't act surprised when he tells me things." He's watching Mirana's emotions in particular very closely as he says it.

Incredulous. Afraid. Despairing. Overwhelmed. "Huh, okay." A brief flash of hope, followed by more despair.

Well, if she interferes with his information-gathering that'll also be information. He hopes he can resolve this with everyone safe and reasonably satisfied, and he's fairly confident he can if they're willing to work with him on it - he absolutely doesn't want to fight his way out but if he has to he should be all right, a thought which is accompanied by memories of past lightsaber training - but he's going to wait to tell her that until he sees what she does.

"He's injured, too," he adds, turning to head back. "I have some healing, I'll take care of it before we leave or sooner if he asks me to."

Healing too? He probably has every magic that could ever exist, or at least that's the upper bound for a Jedi. Maybe he personally has every kind, if he already knew about about catfolk magic - er, it would just be called 'fire magic' wouldn't it - and knew that Asrek was going to touch the flame and pretended to be surprised.

(The guard dispatcher is getting reports at a several-second delay but can't give guidance until the equartiers who carried the butlers come back and carry him and the whisshopper closer to the site.)

Rafiik tromps back to Tomas. "Are your eyes any worse?"

"No."

"Good." He offers him a hand up; he's not sure which wrist is sprained so he just positions it so Tomas can grab it with either hand. "So what were you doing, earlier?"

He takes the hand suspiciously. "Clinging to a bicycle while some equartiers pulled me over the surface faster than bicycles are supposed to go." ...but it would be funnier to lift his cup to the ceiling and totally screw up the Lei job: "Because they botched my Jedi clothes and you wanted to be a big hero and go bike riding through food."

"Ah-ha." Rafiik chuckles, briefly, as he pulls Tomas to his feet. "It wasn't the clothes, actually. Sorry about that, though; I didn't know what you were doing or if you'd be dangerous to anyone. Mirana, do you want to say anything about this?"

"People are going to starve because of you."