The next few seconds seem to unfold in slow motion... the alchemic fire arcing through the air, the crack of glass against the table as you press Kara and Mr. Fluffles back against the wall. And the sudden shift in the gremlins' voices, from "outrage" to terror as cask after cask of alcohol bursts into waves of flame which roll off the table and onto all the gremlins present. The room quickly fills with a sickly-sweet smoke, and the walls literally ring with the echoes of the gremlins' screams. By the time the smoke clears, many of the weaker cretins (pugwampis, vexgits) have been completely immolated... and many of their stronger (or at least faster) brethren are fleeing the room, cursing the cave in guttural under-common as they go.<br/><br/>"Wow..." Kara says, looking over your shoulder. "That... was pretty cool..."<br/><br/>She titters a bit at that and pokes her head out, idly tapping one dead gremlin with the toe of her boots.<br/><br/>"How many of these things do you think are down here? You think we're lucky enough that that was all of them?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"> 1,200 exp for watching the world burn... :P</div></div>