The air sparkled strangely before them, then coruscating fire suddenly unfolded, swept forward to engulf Karsa. It raged against him, a thousand clawed hands, tearing, raking, battering his body, his face and his eyes. Karsa, shoulders hunching, walked through it. The fire burst apart, flames fleeing into the night air. Shrugging the effects off with a soft growl, Karsa approached the four lowlanders.
