[For a very long second, the only thing Feliks can think with any lucidity is oh, shit.]
[He can't get his feet under him properly, can't organize his thoughts enough to use his power, but he rallies as much as he can, clamping the fabric of his skirt over his mouth and nose as hard as he can to keep from breathing any more of the gas, trying to push away the urge to panic.]
God...
I swear to God, get back here and take cover for three seconds!
[His voice is thin and shaking, but even so, he tries to put as much almost-a-teacher-like authority into it as possible.]
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[He can't get his feet under him properly, can't organize his thoughts enough to use his power, but he rallies as much as he can, clamping the fabric of his skirt over his mouth and nose as hard as he can to keep from breathing any more of the gas, trying to push away the urge to panic.]
God...
I swear to God, get back here and take cover for three seconds!
[His voice is thin and shaking, but even so, he tries to put as much almost-a-teacher-like authority into it as possible.]