Mordekai pauses, his eyes scanning the grotesque, twisted form of the vampire.
Pathetic. I barely even broke a sweat, he thinks.
Dorfl and Cloud run from in front of him. "Wow, that was fast," muttered Dorfl. "Great job."
"Thanks," says Mordekai. He pulls out the Pyrospear cleanly and wipes it on a wall. Ignoring the cries and glares of civilians, Mordekai walks over to a gleaming spark on the ground. Picking up his Flameseed, he inserts it back into his Pyrospear as it seems to hum in excitement.
"We're done here," says Mordekai. "Let's move before we run into any more trouble."
As the alley filled with eager vampires and demons, Mordekai, Cloud, and Dorfl scramble away quickly, briskly jogging out of the village.
And while they were returning back to the Magma Mountains, Mordekai heard the strong, wise voice of the Fire Spirit in his head:
Thank you.