Putting weight on his leg Asha found hurt more than he had expected. But there was no time to consider that. Sarah's arm wrapped around his waist and they started forward, lurching not toward the doors but rather fireplaces, with Asha putting rather more weight then he would have liked onto Sarah despite how much he tried not too.

Sarah, the caring soul she was, was ushering others into the brick fireplaces. Asha loved her for it (of course the actual word love flitted through his mind before he could truly consider it in such a situation as this), but he couldn't help but continuously look behind them. He had been amazed his last spell worked, but he couldn't imagine that he could replicate it. The things crept closer but before he could send another spell in their direction Sarah had him in a fireplace, emerald green flames dancing around them. Not having really heard what she said, rather more occupied on the encroaching things, Asha agreed with a hasty, "Yeah."

Around them the flames swirled, pushing them toward their destination until they were kicked out into the lobby of a crowded room, landing in a tangle of limbs. Asha's leg pounded in agony and a bead of sweat formed on his brow as he tried not to let out a sound and bring any distress to Sarah.