The clash of metal and the cries of desperation echoed through the forest as I stood at the center of the chaos, watching the so-called heroes flail about in their futile attempts to harm me.
Black flames curled from my fingertips, licking the air hungrily, their heat suffocating and merciless. The fire danced around me like an obedient beast, eager to consume everything in its path.
"Is this all you've got?" I asked, my voice barely louder than a whisper, yet it cut through the noise like a blade. I could feel their fear, their desperation. It was intoxicating.
One of them a broad-shouldered man with a sword too large for his own good charged at me, his face twisted in anger. His movements were clumsy, telegraphed, predictable. I tilted my head, bored.
With a flick of my wrist, I sent a torrent of black fire his way. The flames engulfed him before he even had the chance to scream.
It was almost too easy.