Unlucky scowled internally. Unfortunate, with the null magic zone - quite impressive, it was much easier to suppress via anti-magic, rather than drain an area to null-magic - there was little chance of even attempting innocent disembling, having shut down his illusions. It also removed - temporarily - many immediate options.

Still, he had his coldbeam pistol (and cold would probably not do the creature much good at all), and while in the null field the large amounts of enchantments on it wouldn't work, it was still a top-quality Mk 17 made by Foul Skream himself. And there were plenty of other options to hand too...

Unlucky dodged through the first attacks, letting his body flow naturally into habitual seeming incompetance and just barely dodging. He kep hold of his scanner in his left hand while he deceptively fumbled around, pretending to panic a little. Buy some time, let the scanner keep going, see what the watcher did and how he reacted. (If he was really good, whether he could spot how much was show.)

As he blundered around, artfully fumbling out his pistol into his hand as if he barely knew one end from the other (grabbing and holding it by the barrel), his eyes scanned around. To create a null-magic zone artifically was just like anything else - you needed some sort of system, magical or technological. Something that was, pretty much invaribly, breakable. The question was whether it was in reach - and how prepared their aliens had made their structures for dealing with privative energies that were entirely mundane in nature, since he had at least two options. They were likely in the walls (or floor or roof), of course, but there were still all the same principles, and with a bit of effort, he might be able to back-calculate the positioning required from the type of wards they'd have to use and gauge where they be placed, in his head, while a plant outsider tried to kill him, while acting like a dupe and also not getting killed.

So, a moderate challenge, then?

(And if not, there was always plan B.)

He tripped over his own feet, tumbling into a roll, leaving him upside down as the flailing tendril flashed over his head. It was not intentional, but his luck coming into play - but Unlucky knew from long experience how to lean into that, let the bad luck flow and when and where to override it. (That his luck seemingly ignored null-magic had been something of a surprise when they'd first found it out. But no, it merely made it so the most ludcriously improbable things tended not to happen, and merely mundanely statistically implausible things tended to inconveniantly happen.)

Unlucky rolled aside from the next strike at the last fraction of a second with an apparent paniced flap of his right arm and use of the coldbeam pistol (still grabbed by the barrel) as an improvised lever. His scanner pinged, having completed the scan. It, naturally, slipped out of his hands at that exact moment and clattered away to lie near the door. Unlucky fell over backwards, ending up at the opposite corner of the room, under the window, flat on his back, looking up as the next tendril swung down. In that frozen moment, his mind continued to process the ward problem and his eyes flicked over to the watching alien, so see what it was doing...