WHOOSH!
With a sound of something tearing through the air, a ball of fire shot out like an Arrow.
BANG!
After the dull thud, a scorched, blackened crater was left on the thick wooden wall.
Seeing this, Roland was slightly taken aback. Just as he was about to say something, the crisp sound of shattering suddenly reached his ears.
He turned his head to see the Dagger in Bronson's hand shattering inch by inch, metal fragments scattering to the floor with a series of CLINKs and CLANGs.
The room instantly fell into a strange silence.
"Mr. Bronson..."
Roland was the first to break the silence.
"Was that... Magic just now?"
It wasn't that he was blind, but the power of that fireball was worlds apart from the one cast by the Blood-colored goblin.
"Er... strictly speaking..."
Bronson gave a light cough, his earlier fanaticism gone without a trace as he reverted to his usual reserved demeanor.
"That was just a Trick. The ancient texts call it Flaming Arrow."
"A Trick?"
