Aleigh frowns as he sees Jamie headed out; of course it's the guy with the sword. What even happened? One minute everyone was being civil enough, and now it's chaos. Maker's breath. A swirl of ice and snow surrounds him.

"I hate people," he mutters, before looking directly at Jamie. "Want a truce? We both walk away? I'll leave if you promise not to pursue." It probably won't work, but what are his options?

Inside things are spiraling out of control. Nathaniel's arrow goes deep into Ashton's chest, making her stagger back. A bloody mist stretches from the wound to her hand as if she can do something with an arrow there, but the roots put an end to it as they drag her down and finish her.

"No. No, no, no." Javion looks beyond distressed as she falls; he can't see much in the smoke but he can see her being dragged down. Kian's squeezed his eyes shut by now, curling up fairly uselessly as he drops where Nate's hauled him away from Ciri. A pair of stone fists sprout up for the earth, grabbing for Teren and Velanna this time, while a hailstorm of rocks are launched at Vidal's swarm, knocking the whole group back a little.