Lizardkin Druid

Taking a step back from Tiriel, Ssathiya surprising doesn't leap into the thick of things, he seems to be a figure of calm in the melee and missiles around him.

He stares at the creature not with anger or hatred but with an understanding.

An understanding of a mistake that had to be corrected.

He chants , a series of sounds that make no sense in any language. A call to another place, another time. The words faster and faster repeatedly until until they merge seamlessly. the tooth on his neck throbs with accumulating power.
As he raises his palms up, tendrils of flame dart to one another coalescing into a ball in between.

A ball of fire that expands slowly with every heartbeat.

With a gentle push he releases it towards the beast. It gains momentum and moves inexorably forward.

OOC: Cast flaming sphere, move it to engulf the creature ( make it jump up to the head if i'm allowed) dmg:12 flaming (mod applied) He will choose a path where it will not hit anyone else.