Ardigan jumped on one of the tiles. He tried to read the mannequins; he got nothing, as he had expected. There must be something animating them, but he could tell the intelligence wasn't local. There was nothing going on those wooden heads, he was sure. He lit one on fire, dodging a bolt of electricity fired at him from one of the mannequins with yellow arms. His fire was quickly extinguished, the mannequin (whose arms were blue) had somehow managed to douse its head with water.
Ardigan began to suspect what the color of the mannequin's arms meant. He tried again and again with fire, but to no avail; the mannequins worked together to keep themselves safe.