Lyra glanced back at the hoard behind them, momentarily stopped by the wall of fire that flashed up before them. Not good, it probably would hold them off for a while, but not enough to deter them completely. "Not good," she muttered, "Definitely not good." As a few broke through, she sent them flying back with a strong blast of air, also sending a steady stream to the flames to keep them alive longer. Her mouth twitched into a sort of frown before facing forward again. "Hold on tight," she warned, grabbing his arm, and lifting them both into the sky with a powerful flap of her wings, "We'll have to go into hiding, probably, or at least cross the Border. Nowhere's safe."