Amidst the chaos of the cell Jillian clutched to the bars, given a moment to think while Felicia raised her sword against the flaming skeletons, Archer stepped up into the action as well promising to cremate them. Later she would know who to blame for the fire business in the first place. Now however, they showed all the bravery Jillian wished she could spare. Some fearless leader she was turning out to be. The skeletons on their own weren’t a problem it was the obvious fact they were [i]on fire[/i] that rendered the skullkid absolutely terrified. Fire belonged in two places. A lantern and a hearth. 

There was no water around them, not much of anything to effectively put out a fire without getting dangerously close. Something [i]could[/i] get close to something like a skeleton without any consequences. She took a short break from hissing wrapping her legs around the bars to steady herself. Pulling the book forward she thought to summon one thing that could smother the skeletons into submission.

Flipping with shaky hands, the light of the fire giving her enough light to read. It took her a few tries to spit out the summoning spell but much like how her puppets arrived a purple inky pool of magic opened below her and up from it’s depths a wobbling, chattering and absolutely slimy green chuchu appeared. It’s huge yellow eyes dimly took in the sight, its giant globus head bobbing. Jillian pointed. “[color=salmon]Give the skeletons a hug.[/color]”

The chuchu wobbled forward obediently, leaping with a few lame hops before clumsily collapsing into the skeleton attacking Felicia. Smoke rolled off the skeleton as the chuchu’s slimy body extinguished the flames, slime splashing over Felicia’s sword and her arms.

Jillian watched from her perch, a triumphant shout, “[color=salmon]Haha! Stupid skeletons![/color]”