Ilruvae nodded, eying the bugs. They didn’t particularly seem very heavy, so it should be simple enough to... he encased as many of the small dragonflies he could in his magic, prioritizing those on Zay, himself, and anyone else he could see, and from there went just about wild, sending them careening in random directions, into each other, off into the air, into the Caravan, wherever, just causing as much general disorder as possible