Tags: oil can image, britney spears toxic images, giske image design, images of chancre, simley icons Now there was my turn to attack. And my art of the soldier has not brought me. In a flash I have risen between the girl and the ominous old woman. Thus I have darted a glance on four men - whether they will protect the sorcerer? They were absolutely naked and no weapon at them existed, except staffs. However, who could tell, on what they are capable? Those two whom I could see did not move. They stood at columns, hopping on a place. Their eyes have been directed neither on me, nor on the hag. They looked in the circle centre though I have not been assured that they see Inna. The fiery lightning has struck in me. I have again compressed a cup. Retaliation was put not by eyes Horned. All cup has lighted up with light, bright beams have struck extensively, have created a barrier between me and the hag. They have reached naked feet of the nearest man. And he as though has woken up, has understood that occurs around. It has turned, has looked downwards and has seen that the light has reached its knees. Its features were deformed from a pain. Its perfect body writhed, as though has got to the fiery furnace. He has screamed from a pain as a wild animal, its staff has flashed, captured by a flame. The man has rejected it from itself. And now it already was not the high, well combined man. At column bottom the hunched hairy being with a wide mouth - a terrible mix of an animal and a lizard writhed. It rushed to the parties, trying to be pulled out from fire sea. I have looked at other man. That too has changed, with the fiery sea expiring from a cup in my hands, the being reminding an enormous bird what I never saw struggled. It reminded those black birds that snatched on us in a valley of Garna, only the much bigger sizes. The hag - it has receded also has fallen outside the limits a circle. The flame stream yet has not reached it. It has bent forward, as though trying to stop light, and all time looked at me. I have suddenly understood that it is not so far from defeat. Lips its all time moved, as though it sent me terrible damnations. Only now these words were invisible. It has slapped in palms and this sound was similar to a thunderclap.