Jabidas smiles showing his teeth and all the thieves pause terrified, looking at pearly white teeth as the sorcerer casts, his hands move quickly in the air, some of the magicusers recognise the spell and are awed by it Malec-Keth's Flame Fist. Jabidas moves around the bar touching thieves his hand aflame, thieves fall to the ground shrouded in magical fire, their faces crack juices pour out hissing in the flames, bones are visible protuding from where limbs once hung as the men scream on. Some of them run and the sorcer knows none shall bother him in the near future. Jabidas sits and pulls his drink close happy that some lives were saved because of the violence he commited.
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