Flaming Eyes

So, there we were, the rearguard of the Rohirrim, when Melnyr, the demigod (a.k.a. Howard, the level 50 jerk) came charging from behind. We had no escape. The wargs forming his entourage bore down on us like the very hounds of Sauron the defeated. I summoned a fireball and smote many of the demon canids, but was thwarted in my next two attempts by the sorcerer, whose eyes blazed forth flame-red. All of the wargs echoed this heinous ocular feat as they swept past us in their relentless attack against the horsemen of the Riddermark.