Away the sparks flew, not quite salamanders, which were trickier to summon, but sentient enough. There was canvas and sawdust and straw enough to turn everything into a raging inferno in seconds, if only those were normal, indiscriminate flames. As it was, they aimed for creatures, not objects. Some were reduced to ashes instantly, others blazed up and wandered about, feeding the flames with whatever they touched before collapsing. Yet others could not be harmed that way, and each such spark stamped out was a stab right into the core of Samuel's power as well. Not enough to harm him significantly, but not that they hurt any less for that.<br/><br/>In the wake of the rain of fire came the hunters, with consecrated blades and amulets, to finish off whoever tried to escape. Impossible, of course; some must have already passed through dimensions, whether to wait out the fight or never to return didn't matter at the moment. And others fought back. One of the twins, formidable as he looked, was made short and messy work of by Norka, before the troll collapsed as well. The Lamiae, untouchable as they were intangible, lured the other away from the firelight...<br/><br/>Wayne noticed that, from where he struggled to fend off a cloud of memory-leeching butterflies. All he could see, of course, was some vague feminine outlines, but his already fevered mind was made up.<em>That damned hellspawn and her sisters.</em>He dropped his blade, grabbed a makeshift torch and sliced through the air, through the butterflies, until most were incinerated. Then, with his other hand, he pulled out a wand, turned in the direction of the copse where he had left Samuel and Lasciel, and concentrated. Spotting the hazy coil of energy that linked them, he aimed his bolt for that. In his mind's eye, the coil flared up blue; in the material world, Lasciel let out a scream and collapsed to the ground.