Matt looks back the way they came (spoiler alert: still a dead end).
He glances the other way, to what may or may not be their original path. It's rapidly becoming a source of increasingly loud, increasingly familiar sounds, and Matt begins picturing a platonically perfect sphere; the edges of his psychic fingertips are digging into the first Sanskrit to come to mind.
"Okay, uh ... what do we--"
Before he can even finish asking, a cloud of the winged things comes into view. Matt mutters something under his breath.
The odds that it's a curse of some kind seem reasonably high, until an amber-tinted shield springs to cover them again.
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Matt looks back the way they came (spoiler alert: still a dead end).
He glances the other way, to what may or may not be their original path. It's rapidly becoming a source of increasingly loud, increasingly familiar sounds, and Matt begins picturing a platonically perfect sphere; the edges of his psychic fingertips are digging into the first Sanskrit to come to mind.
"Okay, uh ... what do we--"
Before he can even finish asking, a cloud of the winged things comes into view. Matt mutters something under his breath.
The odds that it's a curse of some kind seem reasonably high, until an amber-tinted shield springs to cover them again.