Vincent stood wand in hand, though strangely unused, as the cloaked figure disappeared in the cloud of smoke, blinking back tears as his eyes burned and throat stung. "Atlas, take the priestess." He didn't turn to see if his bodyguard was following the order, focused as he was on ignoring the increasingly blackened air and finding a way out of the inferno he now found himself in. The others were still here too, he knew, but he had never been the sort to give way to sentiment and fear, and did not allow concern to cloud his mind. Instead, he turned his attention upward as Vexia flung her hands toward the rafters, halting the path of the debris that would no doubt have injured some of their number, if not killed them. Still as quick as ever. He'd been too focused on their adversary to realize the damage he had already done to the structure, and save for her efforts that oversight might have cost him his life. He'd have to thank her later.

For now, though, escaping was his first priority. In furtherance of that goal, he strode quickly toward the temple entrance, raising his wand to aim at the nearest gout of flames as he did so, and uttered a whispered spell as he swung the wand forward, sending the flames leaping from the bench they had been consuming to the doors that held the seven trapped within. More words were uttered as he moved closer, the wand aimed squarely at the center of the new inferno he had created, and the heat grew in intensity until he was sure his eyebrows had been burned off. He kept moving regardless, and a moment later the doors collapsed into little more than ash as the fire burned what remained to cinder and the heat began to abate. A small gust of wind cleared the still hot ash from his path, and he released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Fresh air at last. Or at least not air that was trying to kill him.

He turned back to face the others still inside, and summoned a second gust of wind to clear the smoke from the path he had created. "Fly, you fools!"