Watching the dark Zyth that he had just torn apart falling and crashing down onto the ground in front of him, Chris quickly lifted the two burning swords in his hands upwards, immediately fitting them into the sheath behind his back.
As he was returning the swords, he was now looking upwards into the air above him, carefully watching for anymore dark creatures that escaped the blue flames.
The Dwarf, on the other hand, stood a few paces beside Chris.
Quax held his long magic staff tightly with both arms, pointing its tip upwards into the air above, and also looking up towards the Zyths, flying around in the sky above him.
A massive blue fire continued burning rapidly at the tip of his staff, forging straight upwards in bright torch of flames, and incinerating each and every Zyth that
