Flames flicker at the edges of the Charred Hun’s armor and between his fingers. Every inch of his exposed skin is pus-filled, burned, and blistered. His yellowish eyes locate another trapped set of fans, and he pivots to line up his next attack.

Following the Hun’s gaze, Roman spots the three young fans cowering behind a parked van in the grass (left over from the bandstand set-up). As red-hot masses rapidly form within each of the Hun’s hands, Roman sprints off towards the van.

The Hun releases the two soccer sized fireballs downward. Roman has no choice but to dive forward to intercept the blasts. Instead of the bystanders, the fireballs nail Roman in his bare chest. The force of impact throws Roman into the van’s side hard enough to create a large dent.

The spared people wisely flee to safer grounds without instruction. Roman, back on his feet and totally unharmed by the fireball, looks skyward to discover the Hun now just 10 feet out of reach. The two lock eyes.