The hallway just keeps twisting, and, unless he's gone crazy, he's also pretty sure it's getting longer? It definitely seems longer than it was just a minute ago.

"And how do you propose we get upstairs?" Given that the stairs keep changing where they're oriented, and given that if they pick the wrong time, they'll fall either up (down?!) the stairwell or back down (up?!) to the ceiling. "Better," with a puff, "to get out as soon as--Andraste's sake!"

Sure! Sure, tentacles as if from some massive sea beast! Yeah, okay! That's happening, and he drops to a slide that turns into a tumble under another thick and slimy appendage. It leaves a trail of mucous on the floor/wall/ceiling/wherever it hits. The apprentice doesn't give a shit about the ever-twisting hallway, given she's still bouncing around in the air on her little orange disks, lashes out with another long-range attack. Mobius holds up the mirror, and he's frankly shocked to find the attack sparks off the reflective surface rather than breaking his impromptu shield like a sheet of parchment.

Down the impossible hallway, the shockingly imposing figure of Wong steps into view, hands moving, walking along the floor and ignoring the pull of gravity. And each step forward is steady and purposeful. It's got real Terminator vibes. Which, no, Mobius hasn't watched it, but the vibes.

Okay. Maybe do this the hard way. "Get me somewhere I can plant my feet for two seconds."