"Raaah!" Diona roared, ripping the phone away from her face.
It was a good thing no goons straggled behind. Otherwise, someone would've been swept up in her erupting, flaming breath.
"Damn no-names…" Diona filled her lungs with air to cool down her head and her breath. "Another mess to clean up, and we still have to deal with the ogre before Forde arrives."
Without a fiery threat to her phone, Diona made another call.
Doo, doo–
"What's the mess this time, Diona?" an annoyed voice answered.
"Hurry up and get here, Fred! We can't delay this!" Diona ordered with fire in her tone instead of her breath.
Fred shrugged off the shout, as always, saying, "Yeah, I know. I'm already here. Where are you–
"What the hell is this mess?!"
Diona heard his voice over the phone and at the base of the destroyed staircase. She quickly eased up now that he was nearby and there was no need to wait.