Jamie utters a squeak of fear as he staggers back another step and lands on his rear, his arms jerking up to instinctively shield his head from the oncoming flares of light. At the same time he digs deep to draw on what remains of his own power and will something into existence that will protect him from the perceived threat; in his panic he can manage nothing more impressive than a sudden billow of mist, damp silvery wisps to intercept and absorb the sparks' energy as they surge forward.