Herriman tried to move out of the way of the coming magical attack, but the arc was so wide, he couldn't help but to be caught in it at the edge. He stopped dead in his tracks, and immediately, his weight started to slowly drag him down. Normally, he wouldn't be in such a rush, but it looked like Priroda was growing some type of plant that the beginning of the arc, so he couldn't exactly waste any time. Pushing himself to his limit, he was wreathed in an aura of blue fire which baked the quicksand around him to a solid enough state for him to pull out one of his legs. The eye tendrils retreated back into his helmet. Whether this was a glimpse of his true form or just another mutation would remain a mystery. 

As he pulled out a leg, the fire jumped from his body to Setrak, and with a mighty bellow, he slung a crackling ball of that same warping energy towards Priroda, aiming at the ground towards her feet. Upon impact, it would explode, with a radius of about ten feet.