[i]Fenrir, holding him with his right hand, uses his left to plant Ragnarok firmly in the path of the beam, then switches to a two-handed grip of the thing's head, ignoring its squirming. He stares it in the eyes, his own blazing as wildfires. His flaming aura spreads around the man, burning, but not quite burning. It certainly felt like it was burning, but it's body was unharmed. As it glared at him, he showed only determination. This thing would be [b]Purged[/b].[/i] [spoiler]If you can teleport, do so now. Otherwise, I'll either purge him or crush his head like a harbor led egg.[/spoiler]