Well, that sure as Hell did something. The deafening roar of anger chills something in him, but the water attacks appear to at least be helping weaken the flames-- though it's hard to feel that they've been weakened enough, still surrounded by swirling magma. He bites his lip, pulling his thoughts together again, trying to ignore the pain starting to blossom in his arm.

Jadwiga is thrown along with Lute, though her power allows her to grant herself a soft landing. Since she's still near him... "Jadwiga! Grab him and teleport onto Mieszko!" She complies immediately, reaching for Lute and trying to deposit the both of them just over the Rapidash who's still safely out of range. "Ignacy, Defense Curl! Huzar--"

Huzar isn't listening, isn't interested in waiting around for orders. "Go away! Go away and leave them alone!" Her voice shakes in a way that must be obvious even to those who can't understand her, but there's intense conviction behind it, and she shimmers with water from her last attack, in what she hopes is a threatening way.

Feliks tries to get a good hold and get up on Jove's back again with his good arm. "Wait for it to die down a little," he whispers, stroking just below the Rapidash's mane. "Just hang tight a second, we'll find a path out..."