As Peter comes over and ducks behind him, Onni steps forward protectively, arms spread a little, eyes narrowed. Glancing over his shoulder, he makes a soft 'hm' in his throat and then inhales deeply and starts chanting again.

It's difficult to keep his concentration as he watches the creatures shake off the wave of water and get their bearings, starting to move back toward them.

Thankfully, calling to the Lady of the Lake isn't difficult, in fact she's one of the most cooperative spirits he's ever connected with, it's easy to call to her, to ask for her help, to feel the energy of her spirit move through him. Lifting his hands, he spreads them and then drops them forward and erupts in front of him in the form of a wave of icy air that barely manages to freeze the water still on the creatures seconds before they reach him.

When he drops his hands and finishes his runo, his chest is rising and falling heavily and he's staring wide-eyed at the creatures. Turning a little, he tugs at the shoulder of Peter's shirt, ducking his head to the side.

"We need distance. I have to call something stronger and it's going to take time. That won't hold them for long. Quickly."