He withdrew in good order, firing single shots to keep them interested while he pulled them into the killing ground, but was more worried as they actually seemed to maintain a decent skirmish line, though that might have been on accident. Once he was near the kill zone, however, he bolted, and ducked behind one of the trees he had picked out for safety, and mentally reached out, before swearing at himself. He couldn't activate individual claymores, it was an all or nothing deal, and he had already primed the charges on the deployed ones. He swore again, before deciding to test them, though this was at least a month's work for six hours a day, and it was going to be for a couple seconds entertainment. He shrugged, waited for them to blunder into the kill zone, waited a heartbeat to ensure they were properly positioned, before twisting the energies for the claymores, and then activating what he hoped were incendiaries that were underneath them.