Flashy Wren wants, flashy he can do...sort of, anyway. Jamie hesitates only as long as it takes him to shift his sword, yanking one of the gloves off of his hands and letting the shard he'd gone to such pains to hide become visible once more. There's no point in hiding it now. Either they'll be able to send the group from the past back again and none of this will have happened, or they'll all die trying and it won't matter anyway.

With one smooth motion he lifts his hand, the mark sparking and flaring to life as he aims and shoots at one of the enemy - not aiming for the man himself, but the small flasks he can see dangling from the man's belt. From here he has no idea what they might hold, but if they're lucky they'll have something combustible inside, and with luck the results will be flashy enough that they'd at least give the others pause.

He doesn't have the time to wait and see if it works, though, as the structure that's now on fire sends out a gout of flame that's entirely too close for his liking. The mark flares again in response, this time generating a shield of green light to stand between him and the crackling timber, just in case it gets any bright ideas about falling on his head.

"Think that's a sign they're coming!" he yells back. "Can anyone see what's going on at the temple yet?"