The flame crackled around Balthazar, keeping him safe of the vines that tried to spread any which way in what seemed to be an increasing flustered state. Each direction seemed to sear and set another long bramble afire to ash.
The stone bench folded in half, just as Balthazar reached out to call upon the elements within, and it crushed the Ferahom into dust of smashed bones and plants. Destroyed instantly, what remained fell down with the stone.
The other one tumbled to the floor with Raven, and Slipper ran toward her...
Detection - 30 Competent
Tactics - 50 Competent
The soldiers listened to the shout to burn. Some of them, the ones high on Wildfire, rushed away from the altar and toward the flames. One of the soldiers tore off his sleeve, and wrapped it around the end of his sheathed sword. This way, he caught the fabric on fire and then ran past to try and press it into the vines that were squeezing the walls apart.
This act didn't last very long, as the Tree Walker punched through a nearby window. The branch bent in a way unlike an actual tree, and then its branches grabbed around the soldier. It lifted the soldier up and shook the man until the flame dimmed and the sword fell out of his hands. It clattered to the floor.
The soldier screamed as he was taken out of the citadel and then impaled on one of the sharper branches that stuck out from what could be called this Tree Walker's shoulders. He was not the only one, either. As Balthazar opened up a portal, he saw a number of corpses impaled on the sharp branches that stuck out like ornaments on pauldrons for the Tree Walker.
Meanwhile, the previous portal that Balthazar had for the panther Ferahom... not seemingly maintained.... vanished. The Ferahom had still been partially between the two portals, though. It jettisoned forward, still on fire, and leapt past Raven and the other Ferahom. It started on a mad sprint toward the altar and to the other soldiers who'd remained on the platform.
Slipper evaded the panther Ferahom, then slipped right past Raven who struggled with the thin Ferahom.
As the Tree Walker turned to look, with eyes shaped from vines and hollowed bark, at the portal that spied upon it - and the gigantic creature stared right back at Balthazar...
...the mage sent the bolt of lightning through. It hit the Tree Walker in the face, and it singed the bark, and fire set to a gathering of nearby leaves. The Tree Walker held absolutely still, then covered the flames to stop any wind from making the fire spread. Fortunately for the Creep, it was a mostly windless and humid day.
But while Balthazar busied himself with this, he did not realize the betrayal about to happen.
Slipper had reached the mage, and his dagger had never been meant to help Raven at all. In perfect show for his nickname's sake, he slid behind the distracted Balthazar. In swift expertise, the stealthy rogue put the blade to Balthazar's neck. He demanded in his accented common, "Make a portal, or I'll slit your throat! Make a portal to Fortress! Now!"
Across from them, the thin Ferahom clawed apart Raven's armor and skin. She screamed and then she went silent. Smoke from the fire started to fill the nave, though it drifted out the few broken windows as well.