-The month of Wynnethel, the 1st, year ATC 3,527-
While the Fireball coming directly at them flickered and wasn't too bright in and of itself, they could still start to feel the warmth coming off it as it reached about the fifteen to twenty foot mark from their current position with it closing in quickly.
Heiracles looked up, slightly stunned, not entirely expecting these Dark Duon to be able to Weave The All, since they had lost that connection in favor of some minute form of Time manipulation.
This confirmed it, even if he didn't understand or know why, his Father was moving against the children that were Banished with him for some reason. Now wasn't the time to wonder, though..
"I know this will be alot on you, Ila, but I need you to take all of the burden of our weight!", Abaddon yells and without further explanation Ila'Mu can feel some. Presence that she had filled in and guided on instinct 'remove' itself from the floor of Air they had been standing on, creating instability, dropping them down several feet before Ila exerted pressure into her Awareness below and around them to sturdy their descent.
Heiracles hears an almost "mad" type of laughter escape Ila'Mu's lips on the outskirts of his perception, with his concentration already focused above them, he pulls a few stones from the cliff face beside them and Weaving Air, Earth, and a touch of Fire to heat the rock he melts together those rocks to form a quick, but sturdy rock "bowl" to catch the Fireball descending upon them.
As their Fire Weave settled into Heiracles's rock bowl, he reached out with his own Fire Weaves to gain control of the opposing Weave. Cutting the two-no, three, Dark Duon that were maintaining the spell made him sweat with exertion but with their prolonged distance, and weaker connections to, The All he wasn't going to allow them to overpower him.
Breathing heavily and sweating buckets, he finally managed to sever all three of them from the Weave. Without a break, he Wove Air into the fireball and launched it back up towards the balcony that the stunned Dark Duon were undoubtedly sprawled on after such a backlash being thrown back at them initially.
Heiracles "flipped" the bowl around so it was now more a dome above them before pulling it down closer to them to protect them from any more attacks that might be launched at them.
Breathing heavily, sweat still dripping down his face, he says breathily to Ila'Mu,
"Hurry.. We. Need.. To Get.. On the ground. I have.. Some people. We should be able. To trust. In the city.."
Taking gulping breathes in-between each word Heiracles ties Threads of Air to the dome, holding the dome like a makeshift parachute, before re-directing his attention into reinforcing Ila'Mu's support keeping them from plummeting to the ground.
"That. Was close.."
Said the tiny voice of Ila beside him that was almost inaudible to Heiracles's ear.
Seeing that they'd plummeted closer to the ground than he had realized, he guessed they were maybe 30 feet from the ground below. Laughing like a madman, quite similar to the laughter he heard escape Ila'Mu's lips just a moment ago, he located the Cliff Wall catwalk about 10 feet below them 15 feet out, since they hadn't moved very far away from the cliff face in all the back and forth with the Weaves thrown.
"Be ready for a bit of a.. Slide", Heiracles says before pulling a few Weaves of Air into a, literal, invisible slide starting from catwalk leading up to them.
As it reached them, he let go of Air strands holding the Earth dome above them so as to reach out, grabbing Ila'Mu around the waist, he pulled her close as they slid along the cushiony Air slide he hastily constructed.
Landing in a crouched position on the catwalk, he slowly placed Ila'Mu's diminutive body size gently down beside him,
"I apologize if I was too forward, grabbing you like that.. We just don't exactly have the choice of being too. Formal, at the moment", leaves his lips as he notices a slight tinge of crimson to her alabaster, near translucent, cheeks upon setting her on her own feet.
He looked down to either side along the bulwark, finally seeing a stairwell not far from their left, he grabs Ila'Mu's hand, pulling her along with him.
"Hurry, we must get away from the cliffside, none are allowed within 50 feet of the bulwark without.. "
He stops, mid-sentence, nearly at the bottom of the stairs as they enter into a barracks looking room his eyes and brain caught up to his mouth in a hurry,
"Well, shit.. "
There just so happened to be about a dozen Dark Duon in various states of battle preparedness..