His bolts begin whizzing the the air, a hailstorm flying towards the vulture-men. All of them look like they should have hit... but most just seem to pass right through them!<br/><br/>A large, buzzing, red orb beings to form in the center of their circle. That<em>can't</em>be good. The mage in the sky laughs again. "Dance! Dance! Dance the Dance of Ruin! Ahahahaha!"