His impossible luck saved them both.  A sense of unease suddenly hit him, and Jareth decided that they'd be better off handling whatever had caused his friend's terror in her quarters.  No sooner had he started down the hall than a twisted hunk of metal slammed into the wall where they had been, quivering with the force that propelled it.  The young man yelped, ducking into the slight shelter provided by the small indentation of the next doorway.  "What the hell!  I thought you lot planned on protect in her, not trying to kill her!"

The man with the dreads had not been so lucky.  He'd been rushing towards them at the explosion, and now stood pinned to the wall, another chunk of shrapnel running clean through him.  Jareth's face drained of color and his stomach churned uncomfortably.  When the one with yellow eyes approached them, he tried to get in the way.  Amuné was sobbing in near silence, and he didn't think he'd ever seen her look so broken.  One hand dug painfully into his arm for security and support, the other held the knife she'd manage to pull from its sheath.  The older student didn't have a weapon of his own, but he turned so he was between the girl and the others.  "Don't come any closer!" he demanded, in a voice that shook only a little.

The visions pressed into her thoughts might have stopped, but they had caused her own magic to respond. Now the careful, controlled pattern she never stopped maintaining, even in sleep, was unravelling.  Her thoughts fluttered about in a panicked swirl.  "No, no, no!"  The world had gone dark -- or was it her mind that had fled to darkness?  "Get out!"  In the void, her form wavered, reflecting an unsteady mind.  Light rose from her in spiralling streams, but when she spotted Nunque the young Seer clung to the training she'd carved deep into herself.  Presented with the source of the invasion, the misty swirls contracted, solidified -- and shot forward in a shower of spears, seeking to destroy.