Girania watched as the bandits' attempt at robbing the caravan had not only failed, but also resulted in the agonizing deaths of several of their little crew. They were slow at first, but eventually the rest had gotten the idea that they were outmatched and ran away. They weren't exactly screaming in terror, but the look in their eyes showed that they truly were afraid. Whether they were this scared because of the bodyguard's fire magic alone, or if she herself had lent a hand in that phobia.

Girania laughed. Yeah, there was no particular reason for her to laugh. The bandit plan was a bust, the merchants and the caravan were still moving forward on their intended route, and there was a person that just turned five of the bandits into charred corpses. But, she just couldn't help but laugh at the faces of the survivors. She'd have to congratulate them for entertaining her later. As well as..."help" them get stronger. She planned on using them for quite a while.

She had taken a moment to let her laughter die down. She needed to. After all, she wasn't nearly satisfied with what had happened, so she went over to the caravan herself. Girania flew over to the part of the path that the caravan was bound to reach. Once they were in her sights, she grinned.

A ball of fire formed in the palm of her hand. Without Girania needing to move a muscle, fireball floated up into the air,  away from her palm, and shot to the caravan. Both the driver and a horse ended up with burning holes in their chest and head respectively.