8th November 2012
19:08 GMT +3?
His sand
undulates and The Demon Constantine pops free-. Left a litt-. Got him, pull
up, keep running. Okay. Holding him bridal style. His eyes-. He's not focusing.
"Ready?"
"No, hang on. Constantine?
"
"Mrhmrhm."
"Can you give me a hand without stopping?
"
"Maybe? What are you trying to do?"
Been a
while since I practiced emergency carrying someone, but I can remember how it works.
"I need to move-
"
In the corner of my eye I catch sight of pink mist because I'm not focusing on moving any more. A fireman's carry should work, but then I'll only have one arm to support Sanderson. I've got.. some spare rope, so-. If I tie Constantine's arm to his leg rather than holding it, or tie Sanderson to him…
"-him over my shoulders so his legs are on my right. Then I'll hook my right arm around his right leg and grab his right wrist.
"
"Is that stable?"
"Should-
" Darn it, I can see the end of the desert coming up.
"-be. Getting you on as well will be
tricky, but that will work for him.
"
"Okay. How?"
"I'll hoik him up, you make sure he doesn't go flying. Ready?
"
"Yeah. Go."
Now, in theory, a man of John's weight should be easy for me to handle. And certainly, I can lift far more weight than he carries. The Demon is lighter than I remember John being, but
straighten arms out duck head raise arms roll-
Sanderson grabs him to balance the load.
-
arms back to get him into position right arm around and he's on and stable-ish.
And my eyes flick down and I see
pink.
"Run!
"
"Running!"
We both accelerate, the extra weight-. I'm feeling it, but it's manageable, and his own weight is mostly keeping him in place. Can I use my ring to make extra ropes or straps manifest-?
"Ag
hjad!"
Sanderson
staggers and I
don't do that again, but I don't dare slowing.
"MOVE!
"
He
gasps, but manages to keep running, managing to pull up alongside me.
"You alright?
"
"Yeah, I think? What happened?"
"I tried to use my ring. Sorry.
" We're seconds away from the edge.
"Any idea where next?
"
He shimmers for half a second, then nods.
"Aim left."
"Aiming-
"
We run out of ground, and I-. Glowing rings floating in the air. I sight the one on the left and
leap for it.
Now we need to get a bit of space before Sanderson can get on board and do his dream vision thing. If-.
"Can you-?
"
Through the ring, Sanderson right behind me, and-. Brighter colours,
physics-defying track, and I think I can hear-.
And then we're running
down and gravity isn't correcting quite as much as it usually does and things are flying past faster than they should be but that's fine. That's
fine, I just need to focus on
moving.
"Can you see Alan or Mist?
"
"Not someplace-" There's a weird arrow on the floor and suddenly we're hurtling through the air. "-like
this!"
We land on
skateboards which zoom off along a straight towards a curved wall. On the right there's a spiral leading upwards-.
"Dismount right!
"
"Huh?"
I jump off the skateboard, which almost certainly wasn't helping with the 'keep moving forward' part of The Demon making a path… Though do we really need to do that when he's right here? No, we do, of course we do, the dream storm would just flow back in when the dreams we took from the gourds were all consumed. There's a time limit-
Sanderson makes his jump, clears that part of the course but trips on landing. He turns it into a roll, rising to his feet and
pumping his legs all the harder to catch up.
-to how long we can do this.
"Constantine, how about a path out of here? We're trying to get to the Tower of Fate, remember?
"
We ascend the spiral track, and I can hear Sanderson coming up behind me. Might actually be interesting-.
"Sanderson! Can you attach yourself to me in your sand form?
"
"No-." I hear him panting as he continues gaining on me. "No. I just-. Come apart."
Because he's only gotten back to normal life recently, and probably isn't at full fitness yet. And I can't make a construct container without hurting him. Does he need to just take it? Don't know,
not enough information!
Okay, we need Alan and Balewa, then we need a path out. But this technique should only
make one path. If they've-. It they're still alive, they
have to come-.
"Paul!"
I look up as Alan's boat hits the top of the spiral and starts sliding
down towards me.
"Alan! We're going to put Sanderson in the boat, then pick it up and run with it!
"
"What? Ah, okay?"
"Sanderson, get ready to jump in.
"
As Alan's boat rounds the corner in front of me I stop, turn and start running down to match velocities, grabbing its carry handle with my one free hand. A
thump and a glance sideways shows me that Alan's mirroring-.
Sanderson comes up
fast, jumping and turning to sand as he does so.
And then I see the pink mist consume the arena's stands.