Her heart leaped into her throat. She, too, saw that turn that was not meant for folk going their current speed. They'd be thrown out into Twelve-knows-where!

She held on as bid, and focused on a command: Panhaima Protocol.

The nouliths moved swiftly, borrowing dreamotion to erect a 5-layer barrier around them. She knew it helped against magic and physical blows, but who knows how it'd hold against gravity smacking them flat into what earth lay in their trajectory.