Silven was rocked by the explosive shot sending him hard into a tree and hammering him straight into the ground as if he were a nail.  The reverbrations of the explosion didn't stop his spell and since the silencing shot was flowing the first shot, it did little but graze him, though the effect started as the holy fire had begun to form.  Silven had his checkmate, even if his chest had been penetrated and his body now pinned to a large tree which hung over him like a beast ready to pounce.  Silven in his silence merely laughed as he pointed his finger at the two, no sound echoing from his cruel and cunning lips.  The spell had been cast, the fates had been woven and now the fire would start.<br/><br/>At first there was naught but a simple spark, then a flash of brilliant light from spell erupted from the sky hurtling down to the ground in a stream of fire which caught the oil on the ground ablaze igniting the scourage tainted catalyst.  The combined structure of the flames and the oil soon became a deadly combination, the rapidly spread scourage about the area was tainting everything in it's path and as it spread so did the fires soon igniting the entire region, though stopping short at the waters edge.  Silven's vision was fading slowly as he coughed tendrils of blood, all he had left to do was to pour the scourage cure over himself and he wouldn't be burned, but his strength was so limited.  He groaned as he found the vial and could feel the heat raising against his body.  Just a little more he thought frantically fighting to pour it over himself, soon...he found it and burst it in his hands cutting himself in the process as it splashed about him and the ground around him.  He was safe...for now.