Between the Chief and the severed blade, Brainy's pretty covered, and there's enough space to help afford the others some protection.

"Someone'll need to help Brainy," says the Chief. He can't really move, being a shield, but he has to keep his eyes on the blades and help figure this out.

He squints at one of the walls spitting blades, his helmet telescoping his vision to help pick out details.

They open. Blade comes out. They shut. Very, very fast.

"The blades are coming out of those holes in the wall, we have to jam them or break them."