Mind racing, Merlin sees no way to stop this now, so he grabs Armani's outstretched hand and holds it hard, pulling himself as close as he can to the other boy. Whatever's about to happen will be worse if they get separated and he's not letting that happen. "Hold on!" He orders the other boy, even as he prepares to fires another spell at the floor. He doesn't think it will do any good, but he's not about to just give up.

"Deprimo!" Maybe they can at least get where they're going on their own terms. Fuck you, ground.