“<span style="font-style: italic">Do you still believe that you are the heroes, here? Wind Blade!</span>”<br/><br/>Geirhald expanded his form and let the wind blade pass through him, which left the rest of the group to deal with the incoming projectile.<br/><br/>Izaak quickly channeled the Element of Air and spun around, causing a dome of swirling air to appear around the remaining people.  The Wind Blade flew directly into the<span style="font-style: italic">Swirling Winds</span>spell and dissipated.<br/><br/>"Well," said Izaak, "that was too close for comfort."<br/><br/>After a bit of yelling from the Crosswind, Izaak heard the words he was afraid of.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Vacuum Seal!</span>”<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">That's not good...</span><br/><br/>Jereman clenched his fist and it seemed as if all the air had been sucked out of the hall. For everyone except him, of course.  Just before the spell finished, Izaak managed to get some air into his lungs so that he wouldn't suffocate.<br/><br/>Thinking quickly, he used his remaining breath to intone the word to a spell. "<span style="font-style: italic">Murum!</span>"  Suddenly, a wall of solidified arcane force surrounded the group (all but Ephantus since he was a machine and didn't really need air to survive), separating them from the vacuum that had been created. Izaak then channeled earth, pulling dirt and minerals from around the group and compacting them, creating a rather large stone.  He dropped the stone, creating a gaping hole in the floor, which allowed fresh air to flow into the separate space.<br/><br/>Izaak gasped and coughed, his lungs refilling with air.  "Is everyone okay?"