The Horat-verse

When Xanth fell to the ground, the head didn't roll from her - her chi wouldn't let it. Her hands stuck firm to the head. She looked between the carnage Yamato wrecked and back to Chao Nong's decapitated head. She had the feeling that slicing it up wasn't going to do much here... just like... with another certain someone...

'Fire?' she mouthed at Ren, and imitated the flicker of a flame with her fingers.

Ren groaned as he rolled from his front side, and onto his back. The fall from Master Wang Change had been very, very uncomfortable, and the violent pulling of something wrapped around him did not make it any better. He realized though that the chain that bound him had slackened considerably, and as he released his arms, he looked up to see Yamato standing between him and Xanth, and their undead arch-nemesis.

That's now two people he potentially owes his life to tonight. Ren started to wonder if there were any particular types of wine the Ronin or Yuwen enjoyed?

Yamato yelled out to destroy the head, and as Ren looked over to Xanth, he was immediately able to decipher what she intended.
He grinned as he quickly rummaged through his pockets to produce a piece of flint, handy in lighting fires.

"Let's light him up!" He called out to Xanth as he quickly pulled bits of grass, straw, and wood debris into a small pile, quickly striking the flint against his blade, showering down sparks over the small mass. A few managed to hit and catch, and slowly but surely a flicker of a flame came to life.

Ren quickly added more fuel to it as he indicated with his head for Xanth to come over quick and cook this necromancer's cranium.

Xanth pranced over in a menacing fire dance, waving and jiggling the head above her. She meandered Chao Nong towards the flames, then stopped his path. She leaned down and glared at him. Her hand swooshed forward, palm up, an invitation for him to continue his evil plan monologue or - she dropped him, and caught him by a fistful of hair, the fire barely lapping at his eyes.