"Then take this." The Alchemist dug out a tiny vial full of sky blue fluid, faintly luminescent. "You will be able to fly. Slowly. For a little while. Actually, Lavender, if you're going to go in and start knocking heads with that hammer, take this." She pulled out another one, this one full of a dull muddy-colored substance. "It should help shield you from harm. No side effects. Horrible taste, sorry."