Iuliael had tried guarding the place these fae came through, but he's Iuliael. A couple of Iggy's lackeys had completely occupied him. Even now, when there are a lot more questions involved, he's a seraph and fire is part of his nature, so they hadn't been able to hurt him as badly as they might have, but he's scorched and several sets of eyes are seared and oozing and fixed in position, not appearing and disappearing. He's angry and uncertain and has only two ideas, both desperate, but he's so angry and afraid and he heard enough to know he has to try something and now, now, he has to try now!

Flattening and spreading into a kind of disk he flows across the ceiling like a rayfish and draws a hand above his own surface and making a line of white light form across his diameter. Open! It opens like an eye and becomes a window into murky darkness, ringed with light; past it his winged and eyed substance makes him resemble an ophanim, a wheel-shaped angel.

Out: rowboat! A small aluminum boat appears, filled and dripping with a couple hundred gallons of water that surge out into the air as it just drops on a trajectory that ought to hit the fae lord. With a terrified shriek the angel drops after it, trying to slam the portal to his inventory over Ignatius like a cup over a spider. As a shield the portal's fine but some of him is uncovered around the whole edge, and something's only in stasis if it's entirely inside, entirely submerged in this pocket dimension.