So, her claim was disputed. She could handle that, if she wasn’t getting killed. She kept her eyes focused on the male knight. Her Distortion Orb flickering the view around him. As per what he was saying, this world was… pretty dangerous. Those lightning orbs were going to kill them soon, too, huh. As expected of a dimension Penny had taken a liking to. Donny moved out of sight, Hiecro complained, and Amelie wasn’t about to comment on that. For that part, she was but a part of the ride right now.

As she had a few comments to make, Amelie opened her mouth to speak. … But she quite suddenly became very preoccupied with something.

[quote=Terminal]Abruptly, Amelie's redirection orb vanished, and she felt her own innate affinity with her spatial magics go haywire - her senses pinwheeling like a compass trying to find true north in a lodestone mine. As if distinctions such as direction and distance had suddenly lost all meaning and were illusory, and that the whole of the world was rushing in to collapse upon her all at once and as though the land was rising up to meet the sky with all the horizon about to be swallowed whole by finely honed ivory talons.[/quote]

Amelie could but blink in confusion for the brief moment she could still stand when everything turned against her. She winced, and her expression twisted in frowning pain at the experience. With her vision playing tricks on her, Amelie closed her eyes, but her senses of direction was all over the place and she couldn’t stay like this. 

She intentionally fell to her knees, knowing she wouldn’t be able to keep herself standing. If otherwise unsupported, Amelie twisted herself to fall onto her back or side… but how did she even know what direction was her side? The priority was to not fall onto the spikes on the inside of her shirt, but how did she even know what direction that was right now? … She simply had to go with her instincts to move her muscles so that she would, trying to use muscle-memory to shift her weight left and pull her left shoulder forward. At least, that’s what she thought she was doing.

She tried to direct her fall to land on her side, but other than that Amelie couldn’t do much other than pray she got more used to this, trying to take control of whatever beast was unleashed on her senses with her own magic. Her fists clutched her shirt even harder along with the blanket if it was given to her. She was still trying to prevent contact between the spikes and her skin, but wasn’t entirely sure how to. For all that was possible, if the ground came up to meet her, then her fall might be shorter than she thought it would be. 

This felt so impossible. The feeling of distance and direction just vanishing, logic undone, Amelie had to assume this was something only she was experiencing. Counter-magic? Aimed at her to get rid of the Redirection Orb? Something which blasted her orientation out of the water? If it was, she had to consider that first after she had recovered, so she focused on trying to get a grip of herself. … What were those talons…?