Snarling as his feet were swept from beneath him, Rand would thrash about the tendrils while holding firm onto his weapons, "I'm going to personally enjoy seeing you bathe in flames!" As he shifted his grip upon his flamer, he'd let loose a font of flame upon the tendrils, careful to direct the flames towards the wall and away from his allies. He would await to see the consequences of his actions as he steeled himself for whatever was to come.
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>Fight against Tendril's Grip
>Flamer shot against floor
>Overwatch/Wait