Boom!
A moment of respite and endless anxiety about who would be the next to be consumed by the flames.
BOOM!
Mere seconds later, another of Ophar's riders went up in flames, his body cut into thousand pieces by the small, metal fragments that came shooting at them with each attack of the spell. His already mangled body then got pushed away by the shockwave of the attack only to end up evaporating in the intense heat of the flames that were nearly impossible to block or endure.
'This doesn't make any sense.'
Gritting his teeth, Ophar continued to ride forth. And with every attack, his heels would tickle the sides of his horse, pushing it to move just a tiny bit faster.
BOOM!
Another soldier vanished into a thin air, consumed by the flames.
'Uster,' Ophar gritted his teeth, powerless to stop the culling of his men.
