Monke Skirmish (8)

A few more minutes earned me my reprieve as I beheld the carnage I had done moments before. The savages' corpses lay on the ground, their dead eyes staring into oblivion as blood trickled from their open wounds.

Giving myself an imaginary pat on the back, I focused my gaze on the main objective for which I had come here in the first place.

"… Ugh, still fucking gross…" I cringed at the sight once more. The more I see it, the more I think to myself that I won't be getting used to seeing that giant ballsack in the future.

Shaking my head, I conjured a ball of flame over my palm and sent it careening towards the pulsing ballsack. Once it landed, the fire spread rapidly, coating the entire thing with flames.

Feeling the heat from my position, I realized what I had done as well as the consequences.

"Shit!" The fire was rapidly spreading. At this rate, the ballsack won't be the only one burning today. "Drakhan!"

=Need a little help there, Jionni?=