While it looks like he grossly overestimated how much fire he'd need to power the device, since he left a large scorched spot on the ground, it certainly seemed effective; had they been alive, the crowd would, likely, have been utterly incapacitated, losing fifteen or twenty people. As it was, it still managed to rip out the legs of a few of them, and damaged a few more.<br/><br/>He doesn't get long to survey the damage, though, as, accompanied by a roar, a gout of flame washes over the horde, briefly illuminating the golden scales of Meridia, as she sweeps past, clawing one she missed with her breath, as she flies by, making it about fifty feet beyond, before a pair of sickly, green bolts of energy emerge from the shadows, one of them smashing into her, and causing her flight to falter.