Staring at the assault of fire balls that threatened to pounce on them only after a second, Brunos shuddered. It was like staring high above in the sky, only to find out that the stars are falling toward you. No! That they are only a second from stomping on you and turn you into a product of barbecue.
'What should I do?'
Brunos knew he had no time to think. He just did the first thing that came into his mind. To throw the Petite away. He could not dodge all those balls holding her, right?
Before he could do it, the number one fire ball reached them. Instinctively, he calculated the seconds it would take for the second one to reach them, putting its direction into consideration as well. Then, without wasting any second, he lowered his head for the first fire ball to pass, throwing the Petite toward the turn they were supposed to take.