"I hope so," Ezekial muttered, raising his right arm readily. Lucas put quite a bit of weight on his shoulder, making it very difficult to move, but he still had access to his magic. Even if he couldn't use his short sword, Ezekial was a formidable user of Arcana, possibly near the level of Maya herself in his own field of study. 

	As they got closer, Mikhael and Ezekial could see what [i]they[/i] were. Hundreds or thousands of little millipedes, all bright red and skittering through the roots and leaves near their feet. The grew closer and closer, moving to climb the feet of the knights. Ezekial aimed his palm at the ground nearby, and released a torrent of cold air that froze a considerable amount of the approaching critters, but they easily flanked him and went for Mikhael as well. Ezekial began charging his magical power again, but was taken aback by the sheer number they were facing. "I can't freeze them all," Ezekial grunted, "What can we do?"