[It's uniquely awful seeing it happen in haste-induced slow motion and still not being able to do anything about it. Sans send his spells flying, but no matter how fast he piles web on top of web, he can't beat terminal velocity, especially with debris obstructing his line of sight.
Well. He has to give up on it soon enough. The tips of his fingers are tingling from using magic at such a rapid pace, but he can already feel that sense of inevitability settling on him. He should have expected something like this. Damn.]
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Well. He has to give up on it soon enough. The tips of his fingers are tingling from using magic at such a rapid pace, but he can already feel that sense of inevitability settling on him. He should have expected something like this. Damn.]