Peridot will manage to summon the iron, but it will burn the whole way, as if the very act of interacting with the metal is enough to burn her spirit. Still, it will arrive in her claws.

Meanwhile, the Mother staggers back a foot as a bomb explodes inside of her chassis - not enough to do major damage, but enough to be annoying and to get her attention. She summons an aura of harsh cold around her, trying to push those going for her weak point away.

Ignatius seems to have been momentarily stunned by the darkness, but he musters his strength and presses forward, attempting to engage the arm that's holding Syrlya. He slashes at the wrist with a blade of hot-cold vapor, adding to the damage already done. The grip on Syrlya will loosen slightly.

"Release him or I will wipe you from this plane!" Ignatius yells. In the same movement, his blade shifts into a bow and arrow again, shooting at her face. The Mother hisses a laugh, turning the cheek as the arrow blow smacks her across the face.

"So protective," she says. "What did these mortals do to you?"

Her remaining arms strike at Ignatius again, concentrating a field of darkness into bladed claws. He is clearly the priority, to the point that she doesn't see the blade in Syrlya's hand slip away. Ignatius raises his arms, summoning a field of magic to catch her attack, though it strains him to hold the arms in place.

"Go!" he shouts.