Trial by Fire

Merik gets in front of his companions, gripping the warhammer tight. He's not sure if it'll damage the creature, but he only needs long enough for the brigade to make it's way down. Water should do the trick. He hopes.

Fudge quickly runs up Filbur's leg and hides in his jacket.

Filbur knows he's not the best fighter even on a good day. And looking at the flaming creature he doesn't really want to get too close. So he runs towards the villagers with buckets of water to take one that he'll be able to use later.

Filbur takes a small step aside to avoid splashing Merik and hurls the water onto the flaming creature.

"You might want to cover your ears." Gretel says calmly and begins mumbling some incantation.

Shortly after, she unleashes a purple bolt of arcane lightning on to the flaming being. It is accompanied by a deafening crack that almost shatters the nearby windows.

Perhaps I shouldn't have put so much stock in my fireball spell, Jormund curses inwardly; it was his only damaging spell and it was nigh on useless in this situation. He rushes forward, weaving arcane incantations as he approaches Merrik and lays his palm on the man's back, suffusing his body with a flash of bolstering energy. "Hard as stone!"

Bolstered by Jormund's spell, and noticing the flame creature dim a bit, Merik presses on the attack with another vicious swing.

Filbur watches his companions pummel the creature with might and magic alike. This is exactly why he decided to stick with them in the first place. The people were reliable and that's something Filbur could use in his life. It almost brings a smile to his always surly face.

He takes a quick second to look around and see if any other enemies have shown up. Since this one seems to just be standing there, he's starting to worry that it might be a distraction for something bigger.

He decides to focus on the threat in sight and swings his now empty bucket at the creature, hoping it's damp enough from the water that was in it before to not catch fire.