Having had an acute lack of patience recently, Cyra lumbers after Resha... but, weighed down and in no shape for another foot chase, she calls out, "YOU LOT HIDING!" She snorts. "YOU HAVE A CHOICE! YOU CAN SURRENDER, OR YOU CAN ROAST MOSTLY TO DEATH AND THEN I CAN HAVE COOKED GIRL!" She grins, patting her stomach on the off chance any of them were near a window, and then points at a nearby building she didn't think they were at; a pair of fireballs land at the front door, starting a fire that begins growing rapidly. "I AM GOING TO BURN THIS ENTIRE GROVE DOWN. YOU CHOOSE IF YOU WANT TO BE HERE WHEN THAT HAPPENS." Taking up- eventually- a position near the front door of the building Resha was sniffing around, she begins preparing herself for another magical strike against something else nearby. When they fled, one of the party would likely be in their way.<br/><br/>[[<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/202118">Pyromania</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">2#1d6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">4</span><span style="font-weight: bold">4</span>Fire Mage + attacking a building with fire, could call this an attack against willpower I suppose]]