W'Shian stuns Ifrit with a leg sweep and sprints to the center, spear moving through the familiar motions. He shifts his weight as another wash of red light rises up and condenses back down into his lance.

Shiro nods, casting healing magic when the elements speak to him while rocks and wind rush towards the pillar. They chip and scour at it. He keeps well away from the fighting in case the earth cracks at his feet again. He can't distract Castor right now.

She'd almost frozen and that would have caused problems. They need her guidance in what comes next. At least until they can break this memory.