Naugus spares a moment for a manic smile, pleased at the mayhem his magic has caused one of his attackers. He continues charging headlong into the foliage, crashing through it loudly and with no care for being covert or trying to sneak. He glances upwards a few times, wonder if he can take flight, but determines the canopy to be too dense. He'd get tangled in the vines and then that'd be the end of him!

There's options for hiding, for proper escape, but the panic is too thick and too frantic to occur to him just yet. Slide into shadows, turn into mist; adrenaline's pounding much too free that there are no options other than running and attacking what attacks him first. Or at least what he perceives as an attack.

Another burst of flame is unleashed, now in just a halo around him, trying to plunge it deep into the dead foliage underfoot, to anything dry and suitable as tinder. Burn the whole forest! Who'll mourn a mess of war-mad Overlanders?!