High above the now spawning battle, Logan was quite happily reading his tome. It spoke of wondrous things, of fire, of death, and the blaze which linked the two in a way that was exceptionally unhealthy. The mage's lips curled into a grin, the possibilities of how such a violent magic could be used dancing around his mind like so many flames. Black eyes sparkled with unnatural light as he looked up from his book, closing the tome with a snap lest he be tempted to use it on some unsuspecting fool. It was then he glanced down, and remained staring at the small flashes of light thousands of feet below. 

He reached over and shook Lumara's leg. [b]"Hey Lumara. I think there's a problem. And this would be the time where I ask if it's okay to throw a magical bolt off your wyvern. Well, not so much a bolt of magic as it... would be a kind of magical long-range blast. Should turn at least one of them into a mutilated mess."[/b] Logan reached into his coat and replaced the Dying Blaze tome and yanked out his purple Mire tome, humming with glee. [b]"Well, if anything, can you hold Caius steady? I'd like to be able to hit the enemy over your companions."[/b]