Emmet wasn't entirely sure what Wyldstyle's, or should he say, Lucy's purpose was facing up to Lord Business when it was consistently apparent that he basically had the upper hand against them. Words, as the villain himself demonstrated, were useless. What kind of weapon were words against fire? They certainly weren't fire extinguishers, as you can't talk your way out of a militaristic grip.
He soon realised that she knew that – Lucy wasn't an idiot – but she was trying to make him listen. However pointless it was, Lucy knew in her heart of hearts that he couldn't keep this up forever. They wouldn't stand back, letting the echo of what she said sink in once he achieved world domination, even if she fell under his regime.
Emmet hoped that that would never happen. He wish he knew the guy's weaknesses.
Lord Business lifted himself from the position he was in, Lucy still glaring at him. He wasn't ignorant of that fact – he was proud that he had that effect on people. Whether they were cowardly fools or determined individuals who believed they were heroes, they all happened to underestimate his power that he had.
He strolled across from Emmet, but didn't look at him.
Emmet felt his heartbeat painfully vibrate against his chest. These moments couldn't be put off forever; Lord Business was frighteningly catching on to this.
"As I was saying…" the towering character remarked. It was such an abhorrently smooth tone; it was as if Emmet could feel people around him shudder, including himself.
"I know how particularly protective you are of this piece," he continued, "but you see, I can't continue world domination if I know you are going to be that way. That's why I want it and you know, I have my ways of being able to get what I want."
Emmet felt as if he was about to faint due to his overwhelming feelings. He tried stepping back to instinctively protect the piece, but almost instantaneously there was a gun at the back of his head.
Lord Business let out an amused laugh. "You really underestimate me, don't you? You're completely overpowered and you're still resilient that I'm not going to be able to have the piece?"
At a single click of this man's fingers, Emmet felt the pincers of a Micromanager attack him. He was unable to escape the constricting metallic grip around his throat, hearing the deafening screams behind him of his friends above his own as it picked him up. It looked like the guards themselves almost couldn't hold their own against his friends who practically leapt forward in ear-splitting protest.
"Somebody…do…SOMETHING!" he managed to cry out, choking as he felt the pressing need to breathe. His attempts at trying to tear the pincers apart were futile, his helpless, tearful feelings now bursting forth. His friends reflected his heightening distress as they saw him powerlessly dragged away.
Especially Unikitty, whose disturbance in mood was now highly volatile at this point in the proceedings.
