Ciskel tugged at the vines, but they were strong and in midair there wasn't really anything he could do about them. [i]Well. If I can't get the upper hand I'm not going anywhere.[/i]
"I was afraid gravity would be a poor match up against flora.." Ciskel fished the flame lacrima from his pocket and held it to his two staves. "How long will you keep it up against this!"
He stretched out his arms, the staves pointing at Galen. He conjured a very small white flame in front of him, it was small because it was intensely compact, the gravitational pull on it was intense enough to pull the flame in and concentrate it. As a tiny radiating orb of heat it spun around Galen, igniting vines and flower petals all around him. The orb spun faster and in closer circles, closer with every round.