Scathe and Djarina hovered just above where Phil and the crazy guard lady were fighting, and took out the ancient tome he had obtained earlier. He then opened it to a page regarding special time-space manipulation magic, which was pretty advanced stuff, and failure to cast accurately would result in himself, his friends, and this entire area being turned into nothing. Complete and total nothing.
Scathe hesitated for just a moment. He was a powerful enough sorcerer to accomplish the task. He was certain of it.
He began by throwing his warscythe down between Phil and the guard woman, since, coincidentally, it was the perfect spot to begin. Phil and the lady looked up, and saw Scathe and Djarina, Scathe moving his hands and muttering beneath his breath.
The guard realized what was happening and tried to grab the scythe, but was sent backwards the moment she tried to touch it. Phil looked up and shouted, "What are you doing?"
"Getting us out of here." Scathe responded, and suddenly everything below Scathe and Djarina seemed to grind to a halt, including Phil. The two strange companions flew down and picked up both him and Scathe's scythe and got out of there.
"Well, that went as well as could be expected." Djarina muttered, and looked up at Scathe. "Still, that was pretty impressive stuff you just did."
Scathe didn't answer. Instead, he fell over and collapsed, exhausted. The spell had taken so much out of him he could barely stand, let alone keep walking. Djarina walked up to him and tried to help him up. "Hey, you okay?"
Scathe nodded but tripped and fell down again, this time the hood of his cloak falling back revealing his head. Djarina gasped, and Scathe quickly put it back on again.
"I'm sorry you had to see that." Scathe answered, using his scythe like a walking stick in order to keep his balance. "Let's just get out of here before they realize what's missing."
"Yes, I took a little souvenir during all the confusion. I wasn't about to leave there empty handed." Scathe responded. "Now, let's go."