From Where It Starts Getting Rough [3]
"Scorch!!!"
The mud-colored skin of the three orcs reflected the bright, hot, peach light as the light came close and then devoured them. They didn't die instantly, but their skin did get burned badly, and they started panicking.
Trying to put off the fire that was roasting them alive, patting their hands and rolling on the ground, they struggled miserably as the painful screams of agony left their mouth and resounded in the labyrinth.
"Go to hell!" Xara cursed, raising her staff toward the three burning orcs.
"Stone cannon!" leaving her area of expertise, she chose an earth-type magic spell.
Dirt particles gathered at one place before the gem on the staff and, in no time, morphed into a fist-sized stone with an uneven surface.
Leaving not a single second, the stone was blasted forward with a blast of air. A whistling sound was heard as the stone hit one of the orcs and busted off its head.