Someone, perplexed, is about to reply but the ground she steps on gives way - - it's Lightning Sand - - a great patch of it, and it has her - - a cloud of powder rises. Someone whirling, slashing at a U - shaped vine, hacks it in half - - it
crashes open and harmlessly in midair, its flames settle on the bus and chase the chase. 's still connected to the tree. turns it upside down, but sparks paper down. is that the glider is doing in its invisible talons.