Swamp goblins to his left went roasting along with their lifeless body falling like a sack and the other two thudded headless.
Ned didn't stop, he went straight to Keesha and the down Rickart. Steam sizzled as he passed grasses and trees with a blur.
Ned raised his hand and with sparks flickering from his left, and with distortion, he pronounced spell with a quick grunt: "Fireball!"
The ball of fire went humming above the kneeling Keesha and the wounded rouge. Their mouths went gaping after one of the thick-scaled lizards tumbled down together with black smoke coming out from its mouth.
Together with the down and dead butriki was a chime echoing inside Ned's head.
[Fireball reached level two.]
Ned smiled in surprise after the chime. I should test it. Ned thought then went sliding behind one of the lizards amidst his steaming body.
