Lauralana was already searching her mind for another spell, but as the ground near the holes begin to sink, swirling into a mass of quicksand she had to divert much needed energy through her body, down into the ground. Heat, a massive amount, spread from her feet out, allowing the ground she stood upon to evaporate the moisture trying to turn it into a snarling pit of deadly sand.<br/><br/>One arrow sliced by, she turned in time for it not to directly catch her, but it nicked her arm enough to draw the bright red line of blood and a ragged tear in the arm of her blouse. Snarling lightly, her breath speeding slightly with exertion it took to keep the ground firm beneath her, Lauralana relied on a very old trick indeed. Her hands, at a single word, blazed. It was a weak spell, fire balls, but also used the least amount of energy, and if clever enough can hit more readily.<br/><br/>Gauging the distance her right hand reared and tossed the blazing orb, and as it got half way, she made a quick calculation of where Gore would possibly leap to dodge the first, and sent the last ball of flame towards that spot.