Wonderful. More fire. But on the other hand, at least the swordsman had stopped his attack for the time being. But if it had to guess, the scythe that was shortly to be coming its way was going to be just as painful, possibly fatal.

And no matter what else happened it wasn't going to let itself be killed by these people. Or at the very least it wouldn't let them have the satisfaction of landing the final blow. Instead it simply waited until the woman with the scythe was nearly upon it before rather abruptly exploding in one final attack, Lenne's staff clattering to the ground as the pyreflies that had made up its body floated their way up to the 'sky' of the domes.