"This oasis is no fortress… if we're to withstand that army below then we have to keep control of the battle," I said in as confident a voice as I could manage given the circumstance. "So let's hit those bastards with everything we have!"
As my speech ended, the cry of "Foolhardies!" rang out among the men. All of them looked back at me with the steely-eyed determination that I'd seen time and time again.
"Incoming!" someone yelled.
I wasn't sure who, but we all looked up in time and watched the fireball that hurtled toward us from below.
"Donar!" I yelled. "Take it down!"
Donar Firemonger was a salamander pyromaniac who excelled at burning things, or if needed, putting things out.
Such was the case now as he cast a Blade of Scorching Fire in the palms of both hands. He shot this fiery blade into the air toward the fireball.
