But at the dying second, just at the last moment, a single lovely petal rose up from her basket in a very ethereal manner, and landed on her palm, thus defending her from the werewolf's savage onslaught.
If Ibneiah had any concept of what the engine of a Boeing 747 airbus was, he would have used that to describe the feeling of what had slammed into him at that last moment. But because he hadn't the slightest idea of what the hot busy engine of a major aircraft looked like, and because he didn't have any idea of what had hit him, Ibneiah was very nearly paralysed with catatonic shock.
Across the entire venue, every single person present, including Ibneiah himself, (ESPECIALLYIbneiah) was wondering the exact same thing;
"WHAT IN HEAVEN'S NAME HAD JUST HAPPENED?!!!"
