"I really can't hold it any longer. Aldriana!" Maeve's voice crackles through the comm, laced with desperation and fear.
Arthur visibly shakes and snaps out of his stupor, but he still doesn't know what to do.
Suddenly, Aldriana's voice cuts in, calm and gentle.
"Arthur, what are you doing? If you want to try flying fire, you must do it now. Maeve is having trouble. And don't expect that you can produce thousands of fires like I can. Three is already very good for you."
She continues evenly, "And the size. Remember what I said before? Size doesn't matter. What matters is the intensity of the fire."
"Ten big fires are useless if they can't kill anything. But even one flying fire arrow, if it can pierce through a haelion and kill it, is more than enough. I don't know what you're waiting for. Just do it. Concentrate."
Arthur has no other choice. He steels himself and sends the five small flying fire arrows toward the scattered haelions.
