Ink’s strikes cut deep, but still the hungry young remorhaz clings to Flint. Although now it seems that Flint is almost completely stationary as the remorhaz flails around, trying unsuccessfully to move the dwarf!
As Ink can barely see, he hears Don faintly then feels his hair rise as twin blasts of eldritch energy shoot past his head one on each side and strike the Remorhaz squarely shooting clean through it killing it.
With Flint still holding onto the immovable rod (assumption), and seeing the remorhaz fall apart on either side of them, Ink returns to the surface grabs the rope and swims back to Flint to tie it around him so that Crownsguard, Don and Matrix can heave the dwarf, and his adamantine plate armor, back to the surface. Ink swims alongside Flint helping however he can.
The Uthgardt stay safely in their caves. They seem more terrified of Flint’s magic than of the remorhazes or falling ice—the women and children are crying in fear, and the few male warriors glare at you with empty venom.
Noori, for her part, maintains a stony, stoic gaze, looking off into the distance as Flint performs his magic ritual twice over.