Ezekial stepped back at Mikhael conjured his golden flame, taken aback by the sudden magical prowess. The creatures at their feet that still held life stopped and scurried in little U's, turning away from Mikhael's magic in a panic. They didn't go far though, stopping no more than 3 yards away from the flames, afraid to go any closer. But it was not just the fire that deterred the little vermin, it was Mikhael's Arcane energy. The power he'd used to manifest his spell. Ezekial looked onto the bugs in relief, and rose his hand again. He waited, longer this time, to know that they were truly safe, but the bugs did not retreat. Henry's spear however, did not hold for long. Within a minute, it fell apart, and the flames that Mikhael had conjured set a controlled blaze by his feet. The Millipedes took advantage, and flanked around the flames. Were they intelligent? How so? A flower dropped down from behind Mikhael and glared upon the three knights with another human-like eye that glistened against the shine of Mikhael's magic. Ezekial looked up and noticed the subtle glint, twisting his face in horror at what he saw. But now it was time to act. "Jump, Mikhael!" Ezekial shouted, lugging Lucas over his shoulder and sweeping his hand in a 290 degree arc around his body. A wave of frost shot out in all directions, immobilizing and freezing over all the bugs within his radius that clung to the forest floor. Straight afterwards, he flicked the same hand after a short delay, toward the eye in the trees, launching an icicle right against the fleshy substance. The eye popped like a balloon, squirting green liquid before falling from the tree as nothing more than a decrepit lily.