Metz was laughing manically as his spell impacted the ground, somewhere deep within him that small seed of darkness grew just that tad bit more as his outside demeanour revelled in power. There was a significant long term cost every time Metz did this, he would just have to hope the ends justified the means, they usually did. Metz raised his hand again and spat out a shortened version of what should be a lengthy spell, bypassing anything resembling finesse or control as he unleashed a fire elemental pillar right beneath his prone foe, trying to incinerate him. The radius was four feet wide and the flame erupted eight feet up in the air.

As the flame burst forth from the sand it scorched the earth, but it was not hot enough to turn it into glass. It did however provide Shin with burning granules of sand to contend with if he noticed the circle beneath him and rolled clear in time. The fire burned intensely for three seconds and then cut out just as suddenly, as Metz continued to laugh at the power manifesting itself at his fingertips. Shin was probably less than thirty feet away by this point, with the triangle of circles off to Metz left as he stood facing him.