Wiccan turned from where he was hovering, eyes widening ad letting the bit of wreckage he'd been lifting away fall back to the ground. "Oh...shit," he groaned, taking off after it, trusting the others to follow. That was big. That was beyond big. How many people could fit on one of those? How many people could be smushed by one of those?
How did they stop it? What spell, what wording? He wasn't sure he could stop something that big. "IwanttheplanetohavecontrolbackIwanttheplanetohavecontrolbackIwanttheplanetohavecontrolback," he chanted, trying to focus his mind.