It's a few more frantic bursts of flame before he pauses, casting wide looks around himself, teeth bare and breath coming between them in ragged hisses. No sound. No tremors. (Because now stealthy steps dampened by plant life can't reach his sense for it.)

He needs to go back. He has every intention of finding the man in the glasses and making him pay for this, but he has to go back first. He can't run forever on an entire planet populated by war-crazed Overlanders. He can take so many with him, oh yes, but he knows he'll fall in due time. Not without a plan. With a plan, with time to think straight, it could be different...

But he can't go back. Despite his prowess with portals, Naugus still needs an item from where he wants to go. And everything on him is from his native planet of Mobius. Any portal he tried to open using his personal effects as a keystone would just lead to the blank that was left in his world's erasure. He has nothing that would take him back to the Nexus.

This only occurs to Naugus after he's already sunk to his knees, ripped up handfuls of foliage to get at the bare earth beneath, already scratching symbols and sigils from muscle memory. Then he just stares at it, mind racing.

Think. Think. Think. Think.