Time to move. Zangetsu ensures Syrlya is holding on tight, then takes to the skies once more, bounding and leaping and ricocheting off of invisible air platform, formed as he needs them. He can feel Ignatius flagging a bit, but it's enough. It has to still be enough. He hopes that by not staying in one place too long, the Mother won't be able to get a bead on them -- distracted as she is by the dragon and the Ignatius and the Peridot--

Oh crap, Peridot! He makes a mental note to... get her later. She seems to be doing ok???

Either way, if he manages to get into range without being swatted by one of those arms, he maneuvers Syrlya into place.

"One... two.... three!!"

He puts all his strength into the throw, tossing Syrlya like a plant-man-shaped javelin, accompanied by a shockwave of red and black reiatsu, just to give him some more "oomph". He doesn't wait to see if Syr lands -- instead he darts to the ground below the hole, ready to catch him if he doesn't make it.

And hopefully not get stepped on in the process.