We don’t have time for that; remember all the nano frying, all the floor sinking, all the sense splitting? Melodi’s danced the forgotten dance; the plate’s about to collapse! Remedy pulled herself together and yanked the javelins out of Melodi’s dress. Lifted her off the wall like a liberated moose head from a hunter’s collection. “You alright lickle sprite?” “We have to get out of here, now.” Remedy felt the same disorienting echo in her surroundings as she felt in Melodi’s voice. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to know why, but she wasn’t waiting to find out. “What about Mana?” “Down there.”
The paste mill was trembling as if a trifle on a tumble dryer; shaking like a small car with a supercharged sound system. And little Mana was lost down there in the dark like a floating figure in space; holding the sides of the well as if stuck in a shrinking trash compactor. Remy dangling a sword; Mana trying to hook it with his loopball. Melodi not looking convinced.
MANA: Loopball punt
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