The Spark, as Flitter called it, attempts to attack Togo again, even as Mystal tries to douse him, but the tiny creature is repelled forcefully by Togo's Wind Wall. He meets Mia's pan at a significantly higher relative speed than Mia had expected.
From the concealment of the bushes, a score of small Fey eyes watches the fire fey execute a graceful trajectory up through the canopy of a nearby willow tree, and far out over the forest. As they follow the flight they comment:
"Ooh, she got all of that."
"Good swing, excellent form, is she using a twelve inch?"
"Yes, I think so. Twelve inch copper pan."
"And the follow through was superb."
"I think that one's over a hundred yards, easy."
"Y'see the way her lead foot's planted? And she got him dead on, yeah that's the way to do it."
"Mmm... good stance is important. So is a good pan, though. A little omelet pan won't give you that kind of distance."
"I think he's still going."
Finally, a few bold ones make their appearance and step... well, fly... forward.
Pixies.
One approaches Mystal and asks, "Just to be clear, are you or are you not a captive of these tall ones?"