Sandra is.

:Tell her to meet you at the Gate - tell her I am going to clear the way: The Mindspeech comes tumbling out, at the speed of thought, as Leareth makes sure the illusion-coverage over Maitimo is tight. Unfortunately he can't maintain it without his own presence. :You will need to move fast. The shield-amulet will offer some protection but not against a Maia: 

And he pushes through all the love and pride and warmth he's feeling, behind the fear. :I love you. I am sorry. Please put me down, and back off at least fifteen paces, fast, and - I am going to take out as much of this army as I can and - and make sure I am not captured alive: He can't. It's the right strategic choice, he's pretty sure, but also Leareth cannot deal with the prospect of being captured a second time. :I will not forget you and I will come looking. I promise. Now put me down and move: 

He sets him down. He tells Sandra to meet him at the Gate. He gets out of the way. 

Love you.

:Always: 

Leareth doesn't hesitate. He's not very steady on his feet, but he can manage - he drops his own illusion-coverage, and runs toward the army, mage-sight open in case the Maia starts heading in his direction. 

He gets to within ten paces of the startled soldiers, and then he raises his hands, and closes his eyes, and - lets go of everything, anger and determination and love, and he directs it only forward–

It doesn't hurt. Even as the link holding him to his current body breaks, and everything is light and fire and then nothing at all, it doesn't hurt, and in that moment he isn't afraid. 

There is a wall of white-hot flame, hot enough to hurt even at that distance, but a very well-behaved fire and it stays on the opposite side of an invisible line. It fades slowly, leaving a rather well-demarcated area of earth scorched down to bare rock or slagged to half-molten glass. And no army. 

Gate. Sandra needs to get to the Gate. If he's also at the Gate when she gets there he can go through too which would be nice but the important thing is that Sandra gets to the Gate so they can warn Vanyel.

He runs across the scorched ground. It burns his shoes, not that that matters. He looks for Sandra - there are very few eyes left to look through -

She's with Keiran; they're currently sprinting between the remaining bits and pieces of cover, most of the gardens are flattened or on fire or both but they can bolt between and then huddle down. They're still at least two hundred yards from the Gate, but they're moving in the right direction. 

He tries to borrow eyesight off a few of the remaining gryphons; they know how to hedge out osanwë, apparently. How long were Vkandis and whatever-that-Maia-was planning this - 

- five years, presumably -

He's close enough to sprint to the Gate and probably make it (unless the Maia's there, he has no way to see it at this point) but he can't do anything at the Gate until Sandra's there. Better to wait in the rubble of the sculpture garden - hope she makes it, they're so close - 

They get to within fifty feet before a clutch of the gryphons seem to spot them, and dive. Sandra flings up shields but it's obvious that she isn't nearly as strong as Savil is - was - and the shield deflects the first attack but sort of crumples in the process. She struggles to reinforce it, and it holds up better on the second go. 

Well it's kind of stupid but he can try to draw them off, he has his shield-amulet - he runs out into the open, towards the Gate, and stands like Leareth does when he's doing a Gate - it can't be very convincing but they only need a little bit more time, at this point -

Apparently it's convincing enough to at least distract the attackers, and Keiran must realize what he's doing because she suddenly has a knife in her hand and is leaping around the barrier at one of the gryphons diving for it, and - and she dies, obviously, in about three seconds, but Sandra breaks past and makes for the Gate at a dead sprint and she's forty - thirty - twenty feet away–

No. 

The air feels, very briefly, cold, and then she does not have magic and then she is not making progress towards the Gate - and then the gryphons can catch up with her -

The gryphons do not have a hard time dispatching her this time. 

So they lose, and it's up to Vanyel. He stops his heart. He feels oddly calm about it. Calm except for being annoyed that Quendi don't have the enormous fireball option - if only to express his frustration -

As the world goes black he hears Maiar-osanwë, an unfamiliar voice, cold and demanding. 

I NEED A HEALER HERE, he says, and then smashes the interworld Gate-terminus as Vkandis had requested.