Zaknafein new magic well enough that he'd been expecting some sort of power surge when he broke the spell, but he had to believe it would be worth the risk. The alternative was no longer an option, nor was he going to allow such an easy foothold into the surface world fall into the hands of any of the Matron Mothers of Menzoberranzan.

With a hard yank, he wrenches the scimitar free from where it had been buried in the wall amidst metal and sparking wires. His attention turns sharply when he hears Caesar yelling, unsurprised at all by the others anger but he can't find it in him to care all that much.

There isn't anywhere he can see that'll protect him, but he drops the swords and runs towards the side of the bed where Drizzt had been dropped and holds himself over the two other males, putting himself between them and the blast.

Thankfully, it's not as bad as it could be, but it's still a rough hit of power against his back.

When it's over, Zaknafein's muscles are tense where he's braced over the Drizzt and the wizard and his breath is coming fast and shallow. He can feel his heart thundering in his chest, and when he finally opens his eyes to look down at them, the red glow casts odd shadows against his dark skin.