Title: Infernal
Character(s): Hero, random enemies
The crowded him, snarling visages of malevolence. How naïve that they assumed they were greater than he. How foolish, that they circled him like rabid dogs, confident that he was their prey, their next meal.
He smiled at them indulgently (it looked more like a wicked leer, really) and raised a gloved fist. Amber sparks flashed dangerously around it, a warning scarcely heeded by the monsters around him, who paused, but didn't retreat.
The hero chuckled as heat built around him, and screams echoed within his head in memory of a tragic affair some years ago. Burning orange runes traced themselves into the ground at his will, growing in intensity with every passing second. His foes scurried with startled yelps, but were unable to flee past the halo of fire encircling them. The heat was visible, tangible even, as distorted waves slithered through the air around him.
He raised his fist higher and brought it down hard, wordlessly commanding the fire to rise. Burning pillars erupted from the circle, blasting his enemies into the air. They howled and screamed as their bodies blackened, and the hero held the spell with a mad grin on his face.
"Burn, my prey, burn!"