What is "firebolt"

Usage examples of "firebolt".

A shadowy figure appeared behind the armsmen, and a firebolt flew toward Hagen, Kharl, and the armsmen flanking the lord-chancellor.

Another firebolt whistled by me, and although my shields deflected it, I still staggered under the force thrown at me-and that was after Sammel had reduced half a mountain to nothing.

Finally, struggling deep beneath Candar, while fending off firebolts, and feeling torn into pieces, I wrapped my senses around that mass of near molten iron, that reservoir of order that created the Balance and made chaos in Candar possible, trying to guide it upward, toward the channels that Sammel had already used.

Even without throwing another firebolt at me, Sammel abruptly turned and began to run, back toward the Hamorian troops.

She had struck Ironlaw down with some transvolutionary power, something even more appalling than the unseen force she had used to turn those burning firebolts back against the mumen.

Another firebolt whistled by me, and although my shields deflected it, I still staggered under the force thrown at meand that was after Sammel had reduced half a mountain to nothing.

When you cast a firebolt, you have to separate the chaos from the world and force it somewhere.

The next firebolt arced down behind the stones, but the absence of screams reassured Justen .

Justen ducked as another wizardly firebolt arced past, splattering on the antique stones of the watchtower.

Another firebolt arced across the sky, landing on the right side of the hill, where more smoke began to twist into the sky.

Another pulse of chaos flared into the sky and arced toward Justena massive firebolt propelled by the will of desperate White Wizards, held tightly by the High Wizard himself, whose broad shoulders and sweating face seemed to fill Justen's mind.

Each individually selected birch twig in the broomtail has been honed to aerodynamic perfection, giving the Firebolt unsurpassable balance and pinpoint precision.

Firebolts from lances flare, and golden-red chaos collides with streaking blackness.

A high-pitched scream disabuses Lorn of the delusion that a few hostages might survive even before the firebolts from his lance rake across two barbarians.

The firebolt enveloped the old woman, and when it subsided where the crone had stood was a faint greasy spot and a pile of white ashes that drifted in the light breeze.