Albert ducked instinctively as the fireblast shot out. The trees caught but the fire seemed to fizzle to a harmless flickering smolder. Albert blinked at the trees. That was unusual.

"Magic?" He knew Lloyd wasn't referring to the fireball. Lloyd had tried to attack something. Something in the trees, in the forest. No! In the bog specifically. Something that wasn't letting the trees burn. Faeries!? "Is it the Faeries? Are they doing this? Why am I asking you? You can barely breath."

Albert pulled one of Lloyd's arms around his shoulders and forcibly stood them both up, "We're getting out of here."