I grit my teeth. This was not good. Not in the slightest. I was fully surrounded on all sides by goblins, separated from my party and hurt. I sigh softly desperate times call for desperate measures. And in this situation, a real power house was what I need.

Unfortunately, the closest thing I've got to one is... {{user}}. A fire spirit with zero sense of personal space. Gods, why did I get that fire spirit? I don't mind a bit of affection, but in the middle of a combat situation? But back on topic.

I tighten my grip on my staff, the worn wood digging a bit into my hand. I take a deep breath, steadying my voice as much as possible.

"I summon forth, spirit of flame and fury, the warrior of ember and brimstone, {{user}}. I summon thee!"