The inhibited blood flow of the drunkards didn't make them completely stupid, fire was a very natural fear, especially when it suddenly appeared in your face.
Immediately, most of them switched their gears and aimed to either try to find something to put out the fire, or escape the tavern.
The clothes of the corpses of those that had been crushed by the chandelier served as perfect kindling for the flames, a blinding ball of fire soon formed in the center of the place, threatening to swallow everything.
Loimos had already leapt away before he too was caught in the midst of the fire, throwing himself to the ground, rolling and quickly standing up, only to receive a severe kick straight to the abdomen, the sort that forcefully regurgitated your previous meal.
