As the onscreen timer ticked down its last few seconds, Sarcus tried the only option that someone had suggested, since he had sort of . . . frozen . . . under pressure. That needs to like, not happen, ever. He looked over at Absolution, who seemed to be eager for a fight, having fully prepared himself for one.
He rapidly punched in a-r-c-e-u-s and tapped the enter key, hoping for the best. Unfortunately, his Absol's ability was Pressure. Immediately, the computer locked up and alarms started blaring. Sarcus whirled around, knocking the chair over as he readied his knives.