For a few minutes things seemed to be going well. The skyway's destruction didn't cause anyone to get terribly hurt, and the Mother's chassis was cracked enough for Ignatius and Lambert and whatever smaller people to go stabbing. There's They're staying in small mobile groups, hauling each other out of danger, surviving.

Then the world goes dark and fearful.

Not featurelessly, Papyrus realizes after a panicked second, there's still some light. But things dim and spirits drop, his aching ribs flare up in a way that suggests they're actually very cracked inside the metal casings, and the blaster flickers and disappears in his distraction. He dangles from Carly's grip for a second as he struggles to at least maintain his blue magic.

What are they doing? Of course she's not just big and scary, she's got the full gamut of power of one of the true fae. Even the Ringmaster didn't go toe to toe with the Prince, and this Mother's more than on par with him. They've rushed this plan, unprepared, and they're going to start dying for it. Maybe permanently, maybe not but getting hurt and hurt for a long time instead.

And here he's dragging Carly down, literally, as he can't keep the blue magic going steadily. He lets go of her hand, meaning to let her fly wherever she's going to while he drops towards the water guided with flickering magic.