Zi let out a yell as a chunk of wall fell toward him. [i]Magic time.[/i] The chunk hit his outstretched hand and melted. Fluoroantimonic acid was coming in handy. Of course, he only could get that level of magic when his charge or himself was facing death. He pushed through debris, melting anything that was in his way. "[color=0054a6]Bee![/color]" He called, coughing against the dust. Too bad acid didn't protect against dust.