Lambert doesn’t even notice what Peridot’s up to, considering he’s opening his mouth to respond when Strange’s talons dig into his arm and shit, right, that fucking contract—

He’s immediately distracted by the hum of a familiar presence in the air, and Ignatius’s order. Back? Where the hell is back? But a fire elemental telling them to get back should probably be listened to.

“Get behind something or to the water!” he bellows, and he’s going to straight up attempt to grab Strange up and hoist him over his shoulder — he can deal with this shit later — and make a run for said water, aiming to launch them in.