First, the rest of her magic is stripped away, angering her as even her spell-like protective layer vanishes, leaving her with no kind of arcane assistance. Then, there is the explosion of flame, incinerating all of the plants within 30 feet of her and sending a burst of fire and smoke billowing into the sky. Small cinders rain down.<br/><br/>By the time Ancalagon becomes visible again, he is safely behind a wall, thus shielding him from view. Rummsprig can't find him, so leaps up into the air, hoping to be able to spot him by flying around and looking down on the situation.<br/><br/>(Her turn spent taking to the air. She's not very high up yet)