Dirt was roused, withered trees and pale growths were torn apart under the ferocity of Prikrip's attacks, poised to perfection, always in the right spot at the right time, the young fighters of life were slowly crumbling into dust, even when working together, even when focusing on evading, they were slowly being pushed to the brink, and by now, it seemed certain that the minor lord's decomposing dust had eaten right through their safe line.
The very complex spell casted upon them by their fiery teacher was unlikely to still be whole, and with this sort of advanced magic, any sort of damage meant the failure in the casting, after all, it was a burning spell meant to take them well away from here, taking its roots in spatial magic, none of them could even fathom the first thing about this.