Your blade sinks deeply into the back of the beast, forcing the beast to scream out in intense pain.<br/><br/>The fortune teller seizes the opportunity and makes her own attack, "Burn bastard!" Swinging her unwounded arm back, a small flame forms in the palm of her hand. Thrusting her open hand towards the beast's mouth, the flame follows rapidly expanding as it moves. The fireball flies smoothly down the lizard's throat, exploding in it's neck. Blood and small pieces of flesh fly in all directions, covering both the fortune teller and yourself.<br/><br/>The creature's body falls and lay on the ground still burning, the end of it's neck lit like a torch. Small movement continue to occur from the creature's body, but no regeneration or attacks happen. A gust of wind blow most of the flames out, the neck completely burnt.<br/><br/>"I believe it's dead." The fortune teller begins examining the wound on her arm.