[the air wavers behind the figure, reassembling into the shadow of a man--strips of muscle reattach to bone, flesh to muscle--he stands behind the creature with a look of absolute distaste, as if he had taken a bite of something bitter and regretted the action immediatly. Sander's clenched fists burst into pillars of flames, the tendrils licking greedily up his arms, and he flings three fire balls at the figure not but a few feet away.]