Bob watched the fireballs for a moment then shrugged. With a lazy flick of his wrist two firey hand appeared and began to juggle four balls of ice, which shone with a soft inner light, after a moment three women made of ice and clothed in fire danced around the flaming hands, glittering with delight. "Mayhaps yeh shou' find a trick worthy o' scarin' a mage?"
I seem to have lost my pie cutter.