[ Strange can't really do much about the bubble vanishing. After all, it's hard to tell where real-Syrlya is, partly due to the chaos, partly due to the storm. As the jet of fire spews towards the spirits, it comes close to Strange as well. He panics, concentrates, and puffs into a plume of purple smoke. The book he was holding falls to the floor as the jet of fire passes through where Strange's head would have been.
The spell falters a bit as the storm lets up. After all, Strange can't cast while he's in smoke form. He quickly solidifies again a moment or so later, once the fire's passed. With one hand, Strange bends down to pick up the book while the other hand gets pointed towards the sky again. He's muttering under his breath, trying to get the spell back under his control. The storm continues but now it's mostly rain over wind and lightning.
Which, considering that Elementalist over there keeps trying to set everything on fire, might not be so bad. ]
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The spell falters a bit as the storm lets up. After all, Strange can't cast while he's in smoke form. He quickly solidifies again a moment or so later, once the fire's passed. With one hand, Strange bends down to pick up the book while the other hand gets pointed towards the sky again. He's muttering under his breath, trying to get the spell back under his control. The storm continues but now it's mostly rain over wind and lightning.
Which, considering that Elementalist over there keeps trying to set everything on fire, might not be so bad. ]