 A possible way out :) ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
Out of all the words being spoken, there was one set he could agree to. Strangely enough, the spiders themselves seemed to be supportive of the idea. Or, they had upon first appearance. Shouldn't be here. Wouldn't be here. They needed to get out, now.
Sabel caught sight of the bluebell flame appearing on the edge of the stick which Cutty held, a simple concept that was ingenious in that very moment. Combined with Morduant's words, Cassie's insistence and the general want of the company to be out, thoughts clicked into place rather swiftly. He gave the now-visible man a swift nod of acknowledgement and the kid a clap on the shoulder with his free hand.
Shifting the weight of the woman on his back, Sabel turned to the path they had come by and found the nearest, large tree. For the moment, he ignored the advancing spiders, the freeing of the hostages and the talks of peace. Especially the words. Problem was, that once you set foot on a course of action, it was hard to reverse in the opposite direction. And while he could agree with the sentiment of not killing any more spiders, the stench of their burnt flesh still fresh in his nostrils, now was not the time. Not when there were lives at stake. And not when the spiders did not seem to be in the mood for conversation.
"Doubt words will hold much weight here, where there is fresh blood." Both spider and human. "Everyone, get ready to move!" Because no one would be left behind. Not this evening.
Taking a breath in, Sabel snapped his wand towards the tree he had picked out, sending a hard-handed severing spell right through the trunk. It was followed up by another fluid motion of his wand, a jet blast of air, giving the extra push to offset the trunk in the right direction, away from the group. The cracking and crashing of the boughs through the other trees and towards the earth was deafening.
At the very least, it would create a temporary hole in the advancing spiders. Maybe squish a few, if they didn't recognize the need to move right away.
Perspiration beaded on his forehead, and Sabel fought with the sudden jolt of fatigue that reminded him it had been there before, since the firestorm, waiting. His attention briefly parted, registering who was close to him. He couldn't do this alone. "Cosgrach, a hand."
He didn't need to say doing what. He would just start and hope that the man would pick up on what he meant. He had faith that he would.
Another hard flick of his wand and earth split, debris spitting into the air as a gouge was created in the landscape, along the length of and next to the felled tree trunk. The woman on his shoulders seemed to be getting a might bit heavier, and he had to heft her again before casting the next spell. Fire sprouted from the tip of his wand, diving into the engineered pit. All the bits of earth, broken wood and leaves lining the bottom of the gorge caught flame instantly. A extra exertion of will, more beading sweat, and a wall of fire birthed to life on one side of the tree, between it's trunk and the acromantulas.
The pit would keep the fire from running rampant through the forest. A temporary thing. A controllable thing. They needed some control in this place, right now.
Hopefully, this would be enough.
It was tempting to get on the edge of the trunk, of the half-crafted bridge between fire, and utter those most famous words, 'you shall not pass', but it was all he could do to keep the fire burning, the woman on his back and his legs from giving out.
__________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________
_______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy. |