Ral - Blasts hole in stable door

          Something flashed a brilliant white. One of the stable doors exploded, pieces of burning wood scattering in every direction, accompanied by an ear-splitting boom that rattled dust from the rafters. The blast left a flaming hole leading to the street outside, and outlined against the lights of the city was a tall man in a long coat, with a wild frizz of hair and lightning crawling up and down his arms.

          "Ral!" Tomik shouted.

          "Stay put," Ral roared. "Scorchbringers!"

          Viashino in singed leather poured through the gap, long, clumsy weapons in their hands. As the thrulls turned to face them, gouts of fire jetted out in blinding arcs of orange and red, liquid flame clinging to every surface it touched. Thrull flesh sizzled and charred, and the creatures charged the phalanx of scorchbringers, only to fall in blackened heaps that piled higher and higher. Ral stalked forward, bolts of lightning slashing from his hands to incinerate any thrulls that made it past the curtain of flames.

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The Gathering Storm, Chapter 15