Bergstadt
A snort of laughter cut into the air as Drevair released two people on the edge of the ruined town. They weren't all that far away from the group that stood bickering with one another. Shra tilted his head off to the side, grinning wildly at them. Mireene watched each of them with a curious look on her face.
"Are these the ones that Kharun spoke of?" Shra asked, his voice wavering between full on hysterical laughter and curiosity. Mireene looked up to him and shrugged lightly, her hand still in his.
"I was... expecting more," she commented softly.
Her brother released her hand and drew his swords, his body shook from his laughter as he eyed them all, "It's a pity they're fighting amongst themselves. Perhaps we should let them kill each other instead!"
Mireene smiled lightly as she withdrew her flute. Shra ignited his blades as he turned his gaze to see one of them starting to leave the group.
"Heat it up, sister," he commanded and then left her side to confront the one leaving. He leveled his blade at the fully armored man, reaching him in a matter of seconds, "Where do you think you're going? Leaving the party so soon?" Shra laughed, swiped his other sword through the air and ignited the entire edge of the town, essentially giving the group no where to go, unless they wished to try to run from him. Shra silently hoped that they would, a chase was always invigorating.
"I'm sorry," her sweet voice called out then she put the flute to her lips.
Mireene's flute started playing, the sweet sound filling the air and with it, the heat grew. Taking from the fires and also the already hot day, she twisted it around in her magic and made the area a sweltering, melting pot. Shra swung once at the large, armored man and then darted away from him. His laughter followed his movement. The god darted right into the midst of the larger group and lashed out at each of them.
Then his eyes settled on the woman. The fire curling along his blades grew larger and he lunged at her, marking her as his first target to kill.