Okay. This was terrible.

They were heading downwards, the craft around them spinning frenetically while the ground below was gaining in details and swallowing them as they entered the reality, and Amelie realized that even if everything went fine they’d likely die upon contact with the ground if the laws of physics still worked as they should. Okay. Nothing else to it, then? She’s the magical one. She had the power to potentially stop it. Then, she supposed she had to get to work.

She stretched out her hands to do her magic. Nevermind that her supposed limit in diameter of effect was supposedly two meters. Nevermind that when she created it in a situation like this it shouldn’t be anchored to anything and vanish. Nevermind that she had barely any idea of how these new variables affected her magic and she barely could control her power last time. Nevermind all that. Let’s just do. There’s was no trying here. Her magic wasn’t what she had thought it was, anyway.

Amelie erected her sphere of power and anchored it to herself to prevent it from flying off, and she took in the slug and the other passengers into it. As to prevent their immediate death by slamming into something, she drastically slowed down the speed of their descent and the rotational speed of the slug, by manipulating the objective measure in relation to themselves. The intention was to slow it down enough for it to no longer be lethal to all of them in order to hit the ground softly, eventually. This while also slowing down the rotation to that of a gentle carousel, to ensure impacting it would not injure anyone. All for the sake of saving everyone from a mess she might be partially responsible for.