Apollo nodded and took a deep breath gathering energy slowly, knowing that to much could be deadly, he had been thinking about this spell for the past day, he had never successfully cast it before but he figured he should go for broke. Calling to the Aether the air warmed around him as he gathered his energy he explained. "First reach out into the Aether and take the energy, right now I'm collect Aether to begin shaping my spell, my spell is the bow of flames." Next he began to envision saying each measurement out loud to focus himself on the spell "After gathering we shape the spell I'm creating a bow three feet long and one inch thick, the flames exactly 624.15 degrees Kelvin. Lastly a two and half band of string connecting the bow." Slowly as he spoke a flaming re-curved bow took shape, arrow forming as he pulled it back on the tiny string off flames and released the shot flying straight into the air and exploding raining down warm embers. After that display, Apollo promptly passed out having expended all his strength to make it fire once, the fire only at book burning temperature. As Apollo lay on the ground exhausted he was proud. He lay there passed out with a smile on his face.