Korram lunges forward with a sudden catlike leap, his flaming arm snapping up into a brutal uppercut at the middle guard. A sickening crack resounds around the chamber as the man's neck snaps under the force of the blow. Korram turns to the other guards, smiling sadistically as he allows the flames around his arms to dance higher and farther, hightening his already intimidating appearance. "Evening, gents," he says, leaping towards them, crushing a sword in his flame fisted grip. "Not that I actually know if it's evening, what with the fact that we're locked in a doom fortress. Still, it's been a long 'day,' so you catch my drift." He catches the remaining sword on the flat of the blade with a blow from his left hand, deflecting it from a slash before grabbing his opponents wrist and forcing him to drop the blade. Meanwhile, he plunges his right hand into the chest of his other opponent, before heaving the man off of his arm, red mist floating through the air as blood evaporates around his arm. Finally, he moves suddenly, his left hand flicking from the guard's wrist to his throat, the windpipe crushed. The man falls, gurgling, before Korram puts him out of his misery with a blow to the head. Korram waits for the remaining blood on his arm to evaporate before looking to see how Seraph fares.