"Flesh Meat"

Leonard's mind raced, desperately sifting through possibilities, but none seemed good enough to pull them out of this fiery mess. The heat was becoming unbearable, the air thick with smoke.

Kaleb looked equally panicked, uselessly waving his staff as if trying to swat away the flames. All his magic was geared towards making fire, not extinguishing it. He could nudge flames, maybe direct them slightly, but putting out an inferno like this? Not something a second-circle mage could manage.

"Think, Leo, think..." Leonard muttered under his breath. In the background, the high-pitched screams of the burning Gnolls were fading, replaced by the roar of the fire itself. The acrid smell of burnt fur and flesh mingled sickeningly with the stench of charred wood and boiling mud.

An idea sparked. It was risky, incredibly draining, but it might just work. He just needed to clear a path. The biggest danger? He'd be running on fumes if Fleshripper decided to show up.