Ford tensed, holding the bag tightly. As Grandpa had demonstrated with the crocodile-like monster, he essentially only had one chance to pour these onto the monster, whatever it would be, to cut it.
Quickly, he tried to turn himself invisible… but his magic was still gone.
"How long until my powers come back??" He cried. Not terribly worried about it before, he didn't expect to be in dire need of them quite so quickly.
"I don't know. Probably a few more minutes," Trace replied quickly. "Get ready."
"How?? What does 'get ready' mean?" Mia asked desperately. "Do we hide? Run? Fight it?"
"The fewer of these things out in the world, the better, but if you can't fight it, hide or run," Trace told them.
"Hide where?" Ford glanced around. "With Denholm?"
"Coward never tries to stop anything unless it comes for him directly," Trace snapped. "He doesn't care about anyone but himself."
"So what do we do?"