"I'm not letting you go in there alone," Cerul says, moving in beside him. "And I have a score to settle with this... blighter."<br/><br/>"You... trespassers! Your arrogance shall be the end of you. You dare to face a mighty master of the Arts, in his own lair, pah! I'll see that you're used to replace my lost stock, haha!"<br/><br/>He begins channeling a Flamestrike, shouting, "Taste the flame of my desert! BURN!"<br/><br/>(It would deal 47 damage, to everyone, DC 20 to halve.)