Ifrit's body language had changed, while before he found these pathetic creatures humorous and a bore, now they had begun to slice through his skin and muscle, potentially even harming him down to his very bones.
The attempted to talk, to persuade him of things which were laughable at best, and in fact, insulting. The others would hear of this disservice without question.
Though, those who dove in the way of others, along with the beast like attacks of those with low armor were all taken in by eyes burning red like hot coals.
Somehow, which baffled his mind, his attacks were rejected to some degree, pushed back by a magic that had covered the entire group. While the sniveling Humes scrambled to protect each other and cure their pathetic wounds his laughter was barked.
"There's no need! You came here to burn!"
And with that, a volley of single fire spells would be launched off in quick succession to anyone he could hit.