[Yep, this is their cue to skedaddle. The thing is still spitting in obvious agony behind them, but he don't much care to examine whether that's gonna stick. He catches the kid clumsily when they nearly crash into him, and that's about all the warning they're gonna get before he worms a fingerbone into the nearest patch of non-space in the vicinity and torques it.
The transition is abrupt and immediate, like any one of his little shortcuts. It's a short burst, dropping the pair of them off just outside the colosseum - experience tells him they've got a little time before those new beasts start finding their way out into the surrounding caves, doubtless preoccupied by the lure of new meat.
Sans grins at the kid, his smile a shade uneasy, relief mixed with no small degree of doubt and trepidation.]
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The transition is abrupt and immediate, like any one of his little shortcuts. It's a short burst, dropping the pair of them off just outside the colosseum - experience tells him they've got a little time before those new beasts start finding their way out into the surrounding caves, doubtless preoccupied by the lure of new meat.
Sans grins at the kid, his smile a shade uneasy, relief mixed with no small degree of doubt and trepidation.]
Heya, kid.