As the flame rushes towards him, Luard tilts his head, rapidly beginning to make an adjustment to his circle, the fire rushes towards the circle, spread to strike the two notable runes specifically The fire would strike not only the circles, but also the open space in the middle as though it were a tangible object. At first, the circle seems to flicker, only for Luard to finish his addition, overwriting the jagged lightning with an image of a blazing fire. With that, the previously harmful flames seem to get absorbed into his circle
Please don't insult me. I asked for your all, and I expect to receive it. If this is really all you wizards are capable of doing, I think its safe to say your.... Interesting methods are truly quite inferior.
naturally, Luard doesn't show a hint of annoyance or pride, rather he simply states these things as though it were an irrevokable fact. Seconds after these words leave his lips, Luard thrusts his palm into the middle of his circle
Flare lash.
The whole circuit, now glowing with not only Luard's energy but also Dresden's, seems to come to life, four tendrils of a shadowy flame emerging from what would be the corners, equidistant from each other. Luard briefly glances at Gou. Seems like a mechanist of sorts, machines have never been of much interest to him, so for now it is likely better to pressure his magical foe.
Luard's four tendrils rapidly expand, reaching out and around Dresden as though to trap him in a cage, before aiming to crush him in a sort of firey embrace