OOC: Alright, crisis averted.
IC: Ide notices that Brendan's followers didn't reform after becoming fire bolts. Brendan rubs the back of his head, sheepish. "Yeah, they... weren't real. I'll explain later, but right now, I have a plan! I can cover you and give you a better weapon, but it'll be up to you to finish her.
Brendan's right side turns to flaming threads and wraps around Ide, forming a fiery blue armor and a metal club sparking with electricity. He falls to the ground, and his left arm once more disintegrates into firebolts that fly towards Not!Lauren.