[Yep, Sans is all about just sort of disappearing for a while when things get rough...but he's a little bit worried about the logistics of it, this time. He just about reaches up to his shoulder to take hold of her wrist, but then stops himself. This would usually be the time when he would say "C'mon, I have a shortcut," and then just zip out of there though a spacetime gap, but doing that here is seeming like less and less of a good idea.

If he messed up and teleported them right into this little army's hands, he would be just so embarrassed.

Their environment has been shifting, he noticed, ever since they arrived. Right now, something that approximates conifer trees is starting to thicken around them, and he decides that might be as good of cover as they're going to get.]

Gotcha.

[He takes another step back, with her.]

Word to the wise, Tori...if it comes to it, don't rely on those fireballs of yours. Magic is being fickle, right now.