San Zhe swept the trident at the rat.
A jet spray of water came his way.
San Zhe dodged to the side and attacked the rat's mid section.
The fire of the trident touched the rat's exposed skin at the side, creating a sizzling sound.
Cheng Xiu frowned. That was not the sound of burnt skin. It was the sound that water made when it hit a hot pan.
San Zhe's thoughts were along those lines as well and he stepped back just in time to avoid an attack to his side. He pressed on of the maroon stones that were embedded on the staff of the trident, releasing a spray of fire.
The fire engulfed the rat and burned away its clothes.
The fire started to burn the skin of the rat counsellor.
The scent of burnt flesh filled the room.