Mac looked up. Job's done, gotta hope this shot's enough. He turned demon form, holding Mickey still. He aimed his demon arm at the point where they had fallen in from. He tried charging, but couldn't get much of anything. Forcing what he had left, he fired a shot against the dirt. It barely did anything. That was all he had left.

Raven unclenched her fist behind her back and watched as the chasm opened again.

Mac looked up at them, the bloody, oozing left half of his face unable to share the smirk his right side carried. He lifted his demon arm to give a thumbs up, before returning to human form and collapsing from exhaustion.

Well, might as well. Raven jumped down after Garret.

Raven carried Mickey out. "Then let's try the castle."

"Better than dragging them, "

"And if we're chased?" Garret asked.

"Now isn't the time for jokes, Mort," Garret glared at him. "Mickey is a lose cannon who can be controlled and put on us at any time, and Mac has half of his face blown off. These are serious things!" He set Mac down, pulling his shirt off. He gingerly began to clean the wound, wincing as he did.

"Obviously we can't get through the forcefield, she made that abundantly clear. Can you just...just check on Jessie, okay? She's been really quiet." Garret set about tying the shirt around the portion of Mac's face that was injured.

'Maybe we can go under the force field?" Raven suggested.

"It's worth a try," Garret nodded.