As they opened the door, Beat twirled his drum sticks and a soft thrum filled the room.  He dashed into the room ahead of Coral and stepped to the side so she could keep her line of sight.  “’Scuse me,” he grinned.  “We need to borrow some things.”  He clacked the drumsticks together and pulsed a rumble of solid sound at the sedcurity guard.<br/><br/>Initiative 18<br/>Attack Roll 12<br/>Damage Save DC 23<br/>