Flauros was only a little grateful for this bountiful harvest of zombies that were ripe for the killing. He would have loved it more if these were actual living humans, but they weren't. Well that was alright, because at least the demon could make use of his destructive fire abilities. When Sal mentioned turning it into a competition Flauros was more than eager to jump right on in.
And so right now Flauros was goading a group of zombies. Leading them around, walking here and there, making many steps until he had at least fifty of the fuckers surrounding him. When he felt confident that he had more than enough he prepared his fire rain spell. Arching his back, arms stretched out to the sides, he stomped his foot, and let out an earth bellowing shout. Fiery debree came falling out of the sky hitting several of the undead, and lighting them up. They groaned, twitched, and soon fell to the ground while being consumed by flame.
There was a few more that weren't hit, but Flauros made quick work of them by using his fire beam spell. After the last one of that batch was gone he looked over at Sal, and laughed. "I just got fifty more down! How many more you get Princess?"