In the distance where the prison stood while David watched, the thin emerald coils of a vine exploded from one of the roof vents accented by wisps of black smoke from the fan motors eating themselves. Whatever Luciel had left behind, it had certainly done its job. A tiny plume of flames belched from the vent, quickly destroying  the vines...although now the prison would have to deal with a potential fire.
Luciel sidestepped the branch with a small spin and falling to a knee while still holding Ace. The hounds were a valid point, although leaving seemed like an idea, since fires in forests tend to spread. Getting away from the source of attention...

[i]Zeh mission vahs seemink to go farzher south by ze minute, as far as projections told. I vould haf been lyink to say zhat seh talk about all ze vays sehy'd find us didn't instill a bit of paranoia. Gawd vee needed an out...[/i]

"Good, you [i]can[/i] stand" Luciel said, rolling his eyes to excuse the attitude. "Someone will come to put the fires out, and we certainly cannot breathe all of zeis smoke" He continued, his accent popping as he took a few steps away. It would be best to change their route to go through the bits that still had a few minutes before they burned down. It'd be impossible to follow a cold trail through burnt earth. It was his suggestion, implied by his movement and narrowing eyes towards the opening. "They [i]know[/i] where we are, now. I cannot imagine a [i]FIRE[/i] is too hard to miss!" Luciel reminded, looking over his shoulder at Apollo with a slight glare before simply taking off in the intended direction with Ace in his arms.