"I do not think you want to do this," Rosacer said quietly.
The golden-haired man moved anyway.
Steel flashed as he drew his sword and leapt forward in a single swift motion. He did not even finish the swing.
Pale yellow flames erupted around him.
The fire wrapped his body like a living thing, burning without smoke. His scream tore through the tavern, high and shrill, echoing off the wooden walls until mugs shattered and people collapsed to the floor, clutching their ears.
Before the sound could fade, Rosacer turned toward the rest of the armored group.
He flicked a finger.
The table before them ignited instantly. Flames burst upward, swallowing wooden table whole. Agonized screams followed, short and raw, cut off as quickly as they began.
"Demon," the villager whispered, backing away in terror, retreating behind the remaining armored men.
None of them dared to draw their swords.
