From where Aelar was standing, he could see more of the horde forming up behind the group that they were fighting. "We need to even the odds a little", he said with a grin on his face. Picking his arrow carefully, he summoned the last of the magic he had, and fired straight into the air. The arrow whizzed away from his bow. "Fall", Aelar said as the arrow exploded into thousands of balls of black flame.the fire engulfed many of the undead reinforcements and set the places where they landed aflame with a fire that seemed to suck the light of the area. Aelar cheecked to make sure that his aim was true and that the fires had not been anywhere close to where the group waas fighting. Satisfied with his results, he returned his attention to the fires. Aelar put his palms on the ground once more, "Engulf and be satisfied with my tribute". The fires then shrank away, revealing the area that was blanketed by the shadows that they casted was, at one point full of undead, was now flat, empty ground. "That should do it", Aelar said, his voice heavy with exhaustion. "Man, I am getting to old for this", he said as he ran down the hill to join the rest of the group.