All but leapt to his feet as the magical flames shot up, his heart pounding in his chest.  Fire magic.. It had to be fire magic.  Snatching up his bag he started to reach inside to pull out his scribing set before pausing.  The crackling of the flames sent him into a pause.. While the smell of sulphur burned at his nose.  

Ba-dump Ba-dump. 

Ezra could hear the blood pounding away in his ears or could that be the sound of his heart pounding against his ribcage?  He wondered wildly if all those nearby could hear it as well.  His hand shook as he took hold of the wooden box he kept the set in, looking up in time to see Johannes slashing at the man’s throat.

Did he get him?  It seemed everything moved in slow motion.. The man staggered by something.. What the hell did he miss?  His gaze fell upon the fleeing kids before looking quickly back towards the Hunter and Mage.  Nails pressing down against the wood as he waited with bated breath.