What the-? Alan backed up to the tunnel snarl as more bodies hit the floor, nose wrinkling at a sudden strong taste of garlic in the air. What’s going….
In the air. In his tingling lips. Already in his blood, which meant Amon couldn’t-
The ground smashed him into darkness.
Aladdin hardened his Borg with an extra layer of Wind as Morgan reeled. The air tasted like garlic and something bitter; the rukh was scattered into whispers of what? and poison! and ambush!
Ja’far’s anti-venom spell hadn’t been meant for inhaled gas, but poison was poison. Aladdin swept the spell over all three of them, fighting back waves of dizziness. Maria was keening, a wavering mix of no and brother and Señora Anne! that ached in his ears.
And that means they know we’re here, Aladdin thought grimly, grabbing Maria’s arm with his free hand to drag her away. Morgan was already pulling, woozy as she was, tears of fury trickling from red eyes. And it took both of them to drag Maria, because the younger girl was fighting, trying to get back to Alan if it meant biting them both.
“Ahead!” Morgan snarled, and shoved Maria on top of him.
The next few seconds would have been very confusing to anyone who’d never been in the backwash of a Fanalis’ glass-shattering roar. As it was, all Aladdin’s muscles twitched, as his nerves reacted to predator by trying to run screeching the other way.