The fire in the man's heart was obvious to see with the aid of Claudia. It had been dampening earlier, almost extinguishing itself, but now it was sending off sparks, trying to get something to boil. Oliver's shout lent it more light, and with a shout of Firyr's own, it burst into a furious heat.
"GAHHH!" Firyr bellow, a primitive and rage-filled shout, enough to pull vocal cords. He unconsciously took a step forward in front of the line of spearmen, as though he'd intended to shoulder that burden alone. He thrust once at the empty air, before the beasts could near. "HELL, COME AND TAKE ME!" He called his threat, his emotion igniting passion in the men next to him.
"FUCK! AN AMBUSH!" The Macalister soldiers finally recognized what was happening.
"IT DOESN'T MATTER! RUN THROUGH THEM! KILL THEM ALL!"
