Peridot knocks the lizard off of him, which seems fortunate as Rita sets it ablaze not long after. Ignatius is quick to recover, slipping into a crouch and then springing away from it as it writhes, in pain but not really taking significant damage. Yikes.

He hates this, because he knows this fight probably wouldn't be a problem if he was himself - but he's not. The tinges of resentment from his Light side are back, but tempered with a sense of grim acknowledgment that this situation couldn't be avoided at this point.

The very least he can do, he decides, is use some fire - as stunted as it may be. He unleashes a few molten bolts to contrast Rita's dark ones. In the meantime, Strange seems to have taken an arrow.

Ignatius hisses, backing towards Strange's position as the pillars of stone shoot up all over the place. He grabs Strange around the side, using his strength to haul him with trivial effort as he moves towards the mirror everybody seems to be talking about.

"Go through the mirror, wizard," he snaps impatiently. "You're too frail for this."