Lyrian pushed his hand forward, as a small spiral of flame instantly materialized in front of him.
His eyes glistened in the light of the incredibly fast-spinning fire as it suddenly shot forward--gaining in size, it propelled toward the horde of orcs.
It reached over 20 feet in height, rampaging into the orcs like a tractor mowing down weeds.
With an inferno of destruction, it incinerated through the middle of the Orc horde, leaving those to the sides dazed and confused.
They quickly shrugged this off, continuing to storm toward Lyrian.
However, that wasn't all... after arriving 10 feet away from the end of the orcs, the flame slowly curved its trajectory, turning around 180 degrees!
It shot forward once again, tearing through another line of the over 50 orcs that dared to be in its way.
As it returned to Lyrian's feet, the wheel simmered to a small ember and disappeared in the wind with a tinge of smoke.
