"Good serv!" He called out, his sword by now cleaned and back in his scabbard. "I've dealt with thine qualms! The brigands will no longer bother you."

Lustre nervously pulled the small cloth mask up his face, covering his nose and the rest of the lower half of his face. His nervousity wasn't anything you could truly prepare for in a situation like this without proper experience, which Sar'versa, as the armored man was apparently called, radiated. Lustre didn't exactly know, but he could almost feel the experienced radiating from him. "Alright, t-then. I'll, uh, I'll make something f-flashy." He said as he jerked and twitched the fingers on his right hand, like some kind of weird muscle stretching movement. As he did, he scouted the castles exterior for any torches or sources of fire he could use.

Before Sar'versa could utter his words, Lustre noticed that there we no lit torches since the sun was high. The area was relatively dry, however, so Lustre looked around to find a small stick and a relatively flat wooden surface in order to create sparks from which flames could be created.

Sar'versa & Lustre:
After his yelling, Sar took a hard hit to the back of his head. Even with his strong build and helmet, it was strong enough to knock him unconscious and Sar'versa fell to the ground. Two guards were right near him when he started yelling. One of them had come near when Sar was distracted by his own yelling and hit him in the back of the head with a spear. "Man, these mercenaries are getting stupider by the day," one of the guards spoke and the two guards started to drag the unconscious anlay to the gate nearby. "Open!" they yelled and the loud gate slowly opened its doors. Inside a couple of torches lit the entrance.
Indeed, no torches were lit outside but the sun had now dried the morning rain and the grass was dry. There were trees near the castle and under them there were sticks.

Lustre noticed the lit torches and his captured ally. Being somewhat impatient, and knowing there wouldn't be much time to act, he would, under the guise of still looking for his firelighting materials, slowly move a stream of flames along the ground towards the guards. As he picked up a small stick, the flames would reach the guards' feet and enter their armor, the fire now rapidly heating, expanding and compressing, creating a searing, beating pain in their already hot armor. Before they could make any significant noise, Lustre would attempt to silence the guards by forcing flames down their throats, attempting to silence them.

Rioichi approached the men, stopping before his porch and planting his sword solemnly in front of his own two feet. Like a true knight posing for a statue to be put afore the royal palace of the kings and queens. "The brigands have been dealt with serf. Magicals, The lot of them. But their fire magic and teleportation spells wavered me not."

Luster:
Now the wooden gate was closing after the guards. The fire did reach them but not their throats before they were out of sight. Soon two male voices screamed in agony from behind the wooden gate.