He held the make-shift torch as long as possible, feeling the golden flames singe the flesh of his head, dropping the burnt remains when he can no longer bear the pain any longer. A desperation overcame him as soon as the flames no longer protected them, the buggers taking advantage and immediately charging around the scattered kindles. He tried frantically kicking back a few, but there was simply too many to completely hold back, one managing to slip through his flurry, grabbing hold and starting to rattle up the metal plates. He pulled at the creature with a disgusted snarl, yanking its trashing winding body of legs and casting it into the darkness, stomping down on another that crept from behind. But they kept coming. The unsettling feeling of countless little legs latching onto him made it clear to anyone watching that this was now or never. 

	His prayers were answered upon feeling a chill build up behind him. At the command from Ezekiel, he quickly twisting his body to fling off the clinging millipedes and bent his legs low. With a heavy clang of metal, he leapt into the air as high as his body could possibly propel him. He watched below as a wave of frosted air swept underneath him at all the surrounding shifting forms, stopping the tide of insects right in their place, landing with a low crunch back on the frozen ground.

	He noticed a shard of ice pierce into a dark shape in the distance, turning to Ezekiel while yanking the thin dagger from his boot and approaching the sickly plant.
	"What do you propose this is?" looking at the fleshy substance, "Is that... an eyeball?"