<<No.>><br/><br/>She's already preparing and casting another spell, centered on the closest group of advancing baddies.  The drow licking her lips as she holds out her hand, pointing to her chosen target, and the pea sized ball of fire shoots from extended finger, until it reaches the point she's designated, and then for want of a better phrase...blows up.<br/><br/>She the pulls back, moving from under the wagon behind a one of the wheels.<br/><br/><br/>Dmg: 24, one target will take and extra 5 ontop of dmg, no save against.<br/>Reflex: 18 for 1/2