“My, my. What have you loosed down there? It’s vicious. And hungry.”
“It’s ours,” the monster-maker said flatly, even as he backed off a step. “And you’re standing right on top of it.”
“No, not quite right on top,” Yunan mused. “This is going to be interesting.”
Slime – burning with more than acid – don’t let it touch them!
Fire whirled around them like a summer breeze, as Alan held the black sword high. Above him he could feel the stones of the ceiling start to crumble, which could possibly end up being a problem….
A Borg can handle a few rocks. This slime? Not so much.
Alan shuddered, seeing the flux of the rukh in the chimeric sludge as it tried to gnaw through his spinning shield. The fire in it wasn’t honest flame, heat and searing and done. It was unseen fire, heart-of-the-world fire, starlight untamed by air and the world’s own magic-
:So you call it,: Amon noted. :Do not fear. We are fire.:
I’m not afraid for me! Damn it, damn it all; he knew what Djinn were, the powers and formulas they had access to, the easy way they could shrug off harm from rukh akin to their own like a sprinkling of rain. And all of it just made his heart want to beat faster, drowning in terror. I know what we’re up against, I know the magic we have – I just don’t know how to link them! I’m fifteen, we didn’t cover radioactive breakdowns in chemistry yet-!
A scaly hand gripped his shoulder. “Balaraq Berka!”
Lightning shot through Alan’s fire-whirl with sky-blue sparks, power catching and turning aside the angry howl of tainted magoi.
“Electrostatic charge,” Simon said a little breathlessly, Baal’s Sword crackling with power. “Should deflect off alpha and beta particles, if I read that brochure on Chernobyl right, and I think you can handle anything else that tries to get through… did you know lightning strikes make gamma rays?”
They do? “Ja’far?” Alan asked. Because honestly, who else would keep that in their heads-
“Aladdin!” Alan called out. “We need to do something sneaky!”