The Ifrit roared and from within the depths of its enflamed throat surged a wave of pure fire that washed over the field. The sound wasn't just loud, it was heavy, like the arena itself had been punched.
Heat rolled outward in a visible sheet, a bright wall that didn't behave like normal flame so much as a command issued to the air.
Kael didn't even have time to think about what kind of attack it was; the instinct was immediate and animal. He realized had no hope in surviving something like that if it were to touch him so he immediately ducked to the ground. His knees hit ash-coated stone, palms skidding slightly as he pressed himself down, body flattening like he could make himself less real by force.
The flame wave passed harmlessly above him but still managed to singe a bit of his clothes. He felt the rush even through the lingering haze of Presence, hot wind that scraped over his back and shoulders, tugging at fabric, lifting tiny sparks that died in the air.
