You and your guide flee together, down the hill on the other side, but as you thunder ahead together, the figure appears before you, as though from the very air.
You continue to gallop toward them, when you notice a flickering light being passed back and forth between their palms, like a tiny glowing stone. It builds into a flame, and from there into a great fire. The stranger hurls it at your guide.
He screams and falls from his horse as the fire consumes him, flailing helplessly in the conflagration, until barely a skeleton is left. "Amoxes!" you hear yourself cry. His horse, perhaps wisely, rides away into the night.
You turn to face the fire-wielder, whose hands have already begun to glow anew. If you do not act, you will surely become their next victim. But how will you deal with them?