Higgs looked down at the glyph under him quickly, pushing off the ground as fast as he could. The fire licked at him, propelling him into the air singed and on fire. He twisted in the air, landing with a roll through a puddle of black tar that extinguished the remaining flames.
He waved his hands a few times causing more of the black liquid to seep out of the grass and coat the surrounding floor in a few inches, thinking that the glyphs would be disrupted by it's presence or the force of them would be dissipated. And then...
He waited, watching Erandur. He didn't press an attack or retaliation, instead standing a few meters away.