Draven landed from his attack, turning to the left to see a half-demon with outstreatched arms.
"What the...?"
Draven thrust both hands toward the demi-human and fired an attack into his chest, so that he would be hugging a fireball instead (heh...). Draven also used the force of firing the attack to propel him backwards 15 feet or so, where he assumed more of a martial arts stance, still wrapped in fire.
Draven's eyes darted around. Behind him was a fully powered up Scorch, with Duilin nearby with his crossbow aimed. Directly in front was the demi human Zeros', and some feet to the left of him was Seth, who tried to strike him earlier.
Draven knew well that he could take any one of the warriors by himself easily. Two without much trouble. Three perhaps, with some time... but four? Could he defeat all four?
Clearly the best course of action would be to take one out very quickly, to display his superior strength and strike fear into the hearts of the remainders. But which one... The winged one in front probably wouldn't go down in one blow...that one played a part in sabotaging his troops' assault, Draven recalled. The one to the left, although he's only used simple claw attacks, Draven knew too little about. Scorch, behind, he knew well though, and he knew he could take hours... And then there was Duilin. Yes, Duilin was nothing more than a simple soldier turned traitor... Draven knew how to punish his own soldiers well...
Draven spun around, outstretching two fingers from his clenched fist. At once, the huge aura of flame around him condensed into a fine, brilliant point of light at the tip of his fingers.
"DIE!"
A very narrow armor-piercing beam of crimson light shot towards Duilin's chest like a laser at lightning speed...