Sniffing some when we come across 3 of the bruts out here in the woods. Wondering if there is anymore then just three, but not bothering to waste any time with fooling around. Moving 6 squares to the west and out of the way of the main group. Making sure to get a nice line of sight for what has to be the middle one, before firing off my best attack spell. Waving my hands once more and speaking in draconic:<br/><br/>"Fireball!"<br/><br/>The small yellow dot traveling through the mist, disappearing from sight before smacking into the area of the monsters. Exploding in a hail of sparks and bouts of flame. Catching each of them in turn, with the air turning hot before the arcane flames wink out of existence a few seconds later.<br/><br/>(28 dmg total, reflex save of 18 for half.)