“Duck!” Halfin shouted, thrusting his hand forward and sending a jet of flame towards the ogre guard.
Morg threw himself on the ground and then winced. He felt flames scrap across his back, ruining his shirt and roast the flesh on his back.
In a moment he had banished the pain and leapt back to his feet. The elf that had been standing in front of him was rolling on the ground, gurgling, hands held over the remains of his face.
“Let’s go!” Halfin cried, grabbing Morg and pulling him towards the door before the other shocked elves could advance.