Logan was not expecting the sudden drop, nearly letting go of the Mire Tome as the wyvern dropped like a stone, nearly biting his tongue as the ground sped up to meet the rapidly accelerating beast.This was it. He was going to die here, because a woman was about to crush them both against the hard-packed sand below. Steeling himself, he stared at the ground as if daring it to take him, before relaxing almost too fast as Lumara shook him back to reality by promoting him to loose his spells. [b]"We're close enough now, I should be able to use something more... Devastating. Give it a moment."[/b] He switched spellbooks yet again, grasping and yanking out the slightly damaged Dying Blaze tome. There was a moment of perfect clarity for Logan as he peeled the tome open, and smiled in the most caring way possible at nothing in particular.

The tome fluttered violently, the burning smell increasing until it stung the nostrils, as the air heated the above even the desert norms. Bright golden runes flickered into existence around Logan, his eyes glinting in the unnatural light. There was a silence that was pregnant with power as the Dark Mage pointed directly at the center of the group of attacking men, and gave a short burst of harsh laughter. For a fraction of a second, nothing happened. Then... [i]it[/i] happened. There was a flash of light and heat as something exceptionally small and yet non-existent became very big and very real in a split second. Fire and force mixed in the resulting explosion that splattered flames across a huge area, several of the seeming bandits taking the brunt of the destructive spell. In Logan's hands, the tome singed and shriveled, the fire in it dying down to black, unreadable embers. The mage's harsh laughter grew in volume as the victims of the fire screamed in pain and horror as their limbs burned merrily, before drawing in a breath to calm himself, tossing a comment at Lumara's back. [b]"Now that, Lumara, is how to use a tome."[/b]