The boss of the bandits made a move that sent shivers down the spines of those who had gathered to witness the upcoming showdown. With his sword held high, he commanded the attention of every eye in the vicinity.
The blade glinted menacingly in the light of the flickering torches that had been set up to provide illumination for the fight that was about to ensue.
It was clear to everyone that the boss was not playing around. He meant business, and he intended to make an example of his opponent.
With a wave of his hand, a burst of flames erupted from the ground, swirling around him like a fiery tornado. The heat was intense, and the air grew thick with the smell of burning wood and smoke.
As the flames died down, the boss's sword was engulfed in a bright, fiery glow. The metal seemed to be alive with the power of the flames, casting red and orange light on everything around it.
