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Khnemu looked at the hound as it whimpered, noting Malacoda's white-knuckled grasp on his umbrella. The man had to be running low on magic by now, opening the portal would probably drain him completely, even if it was safer.

[color=blanchedalmond]"Get out of the building. If I don't come after the bomb explodes, come back for me,"[/color] he stated with the usual sullen seriousness that he always had. Tugging off his cloak, he draped it over Mephistopheles, not giving a care to the beast's comfort. Immediately the sand in the room shot over in his direction, covering him in a cocoon.

[color=blanchedalmond]"I am a hurricane, wind imitating fire,"[/color] his voice echoed out as the sand began to shift chaotically. A hand formed from this same sand and pulled itself into the room, Khnemu's other form revealing itself from the sand. Smashing the criminals into the wall, he quickly moved to the bomb, falling over it and cradling it to his chest.

[color=blanchedalmond]"Go, Malacoda Zatanna! This is your last chance!"[/color]