"The ships don't seem to be equipped with weapons," Felwinter replies with perhaps the barest hint of annoyance. It's not difficult to pick up on the other's growing frustration, and he can hardly blame the man for it. It really is a dismal position for them.

He casts the briefest look back towards the hangar. "I do not know. Most likely nothing adequate for this sort of problem. I'll have to gauge myself."

Looking back out at the expanse heading towards the rest of the city, he tries to make out the thicker areas. At least there's a good amount of nothing between the hangar and the rest of the northeastern quadrant, but that is also what makes it difficult to get anywhere.

He raises a hand, violet light swirling around his curled fingers. It threatens to grow before he closes it in a fist, and the light seems to go inward, pulsing through him briefly. Not wasting a second more, he thrusts it towards the frontmost plants, watching them briefly engulf in the same light before they shrivel. Felwinter continues to move forward, sweeping his hands at whatever plants are in reach, leaving them to the same fate. The devourer won't last long, but it makes more progress than ripping things up by hand.