Normally, the mirror dimension is a friend to him, a weapon to be used. Strange is accustomed to breaking reality, shattering it, splintering it into multiple pieces and pulling them back together, shunting enemies into mirrored prisons, but now that whole realm is turned against them. They need solid ground.
“Coming right up,” Strange says, and he digs around in his pockets — please god don’t drop the sling ring while they’re running — but he finds it, slips it onto a finger, and with the spin of a hand, he rips a hole in reality.
The area directly in front of them, rather than still being that endless hallway, is now somewhere else: a grand staircase, leading upstairs. He’d tried to open it directly to the outside world, but the building’s wards are humming like an overworked engine, jaws snapped shut, keeping them inside. But they leap through the glowing portal, landing on solid ground, where they can start running up that staircase so long as it doesn’t start coiling like a snake and trying to buck them off.
Behind them, Wong is still advancing.
“I’ve seen worse,” Strange mutters under his breath. He seals up the portal behind them, but it won’t last forever. “There are swords and shields in the cabinets,” he says, starting to scale the stairs. “Ordinarily I’d give you a whole schpiel about being careful about what you touch, blah blah blah, but this time, I think all bets are off— just grab whatever weaponry appeals to you.”
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“Coming right up,” Strange says, and he digs around in his pockets — please god don’t drop the sling ring while they’re running — but he finds it, slips it onto a finger, and with the spin of a hand, he rips a hole in reality.
The area directly in front of them, rather than still being that endless hallway, is now somewhere else: a grand staircase, leading upstairs. He’d tried to open it directly to the outside world, but the building’s wards are humming like an overworked engine, jaws snapped shut, keeping them inside. But they leap through the glowing portal, landing on solid ground, where they can start running up that staircase so long as it doesn’t start coiling like a snake and trying to buck them off.
Behind them, Wong is still advancing.
“I’ve seen worse,” Strange mutters under his breath. He seals up the portal behind them, but it won’t last forever. “There are swords and shields in the cabinets,” he says, starting to scale the stairs. “Ordinarily I’d give you a whole schpiel about being careful about what you touch, blah blah blah, but this time, I think all bets are off— just grab whatever weaponry appeals to you.”