Skallagrim turned his attention up. There he was, the Fireen. A gravitational anomaly over the lake. Pulsations of energy from the shield radiated outward, racing away through the pure water, buffering and separating the hydrogen and oxygen molecules into a thin sheen monomolecular lattice work subtling altering its molecular structure, separating the pure water from the lake water. Whilst the extending tendrils of galdhr rippled through the water like spokes of a wheel. Bubbling and foaming with dark energies. 

Drawing Keefe from its sheath, the war sword moaned slightly as seidhr flared around the blade, singing the thrumming song of electromagnetic energies. Finally touching down, the sphere of pure water flattened out creating an egg-shaped dome about the Dreamer. His feet kicking up a misting detritus from the lake bottom, Skallagrim set himself in a high guard, with his sword held up and back, the blade shimmering with energies running along the entire length, the tip of the blade dipping slightly.

The pulsating shield held before him, his gaze through the water towards the surface. Extending his senses outward, he began to formulate a plan against not only the Fireen but the Angar-Ryllan who surely would destroy the planet to ensure the Fireen was successful.  Galdhr fueled tendrils and a thrumming Seidhr weapon, signature weapons of the Dreamers. Whilst the Fireen had a personal matter to settle with Skallagrim, the Walker between Worlds would make sure that the men in their warships orbiting the planet would perish before he did.