Jafar al Efrit blister

In the heart of the battle, some kind of Persian magician, or maybe a Kurdish wizard, brandished a phial, "Jafar! Jafar!",he screamed. Eisenberg had suffered an injured leg, and was hiding behind a pile of crates of Prima Materia, and was attentively watching the whole scene from his hiding place. Little did he know how lucky he was. What he saw then left him breathless. What he had initially taken to be the flame of a candle was now beginning to shine red and twist about inside the phial like a caged beast. The phial reddened and began to beat like a heart. The magician grimaced at the heat, despite the thick gloves he was wearing. The phial was covered in Kabbalistic symbols, drawn in gold and silver. The magician removed the crystal stopper from the phial, letting out a column of golden yellow flames. Eisenberg felt his throat become dry and his lungs burn up. The magician was shouting orders, but the whirling fiery creature that he had just set loose seemed to be resisting him. It was writhing about and swearing loudly at the mortal who had summoned it. Then the fire being screamed and finally gave in to its master�s instructions.