"'ey Urist, are them Elves lookin' a little... weird?" Duran asked.
"That's rhetorical, innit?" Urist scoffer.
"Yeh, but... that one's vomiting fire." Duran stroked his beard.
Urist decided that this was indeed a little weird, and looked up from the wagon to look at the elves. Of the several domestic slaves that had been brought along, one of them had begun screaming endlessly, his shrieks echoing off the mountain sides until it was strangled off by the thick fire pouring out of his mouth. Urist just sort of watched as the next elf, then the next two, and the next five began spewing liquid fire out of their mouths and eyes, melted flesh and bone sloshing to the ground.
"Well, that..." Urist was interrupted as the first elf suddenly erupted into a blaze, exploding outwards in a burst of blood and fire. This triggered the others, and in an instant the whole line of slaves had exploded one after another into an enormous bloody bonfire.
"What is this shit?!" Odom shouted from nearby, grasping at his head as he stared in shock.
"Run!" Urist shouted, "Run for the cave!"
"What about Odom?" Duran asked.
"Leave him!" Urist shouted over his shoulder, already sprinting towards the cave as well as a dwarf could sprint. Duran was right behind him, ushered on by Odom's screams as the grass under his feet caught fire. He made it to the cave, peering out to see charred elf limbs scattered around the burned wagon and the corpses of five other dwarves. Two years worth of food and drink, and the raw materials to found a fort, up in a blaze of elf flame!
"This is your fault!" Urist shouted.
"My fault?!" Duran shouted, "It's you who left Odom out there to burn!"
"Don't you go accusing me of anythin' now..." Urist narrowed his eyes, gripping his copper battle axe.
"Yeh? Well maybe I'm accusin' you anyways!" Duran continued shouting.
"That's it!" Urist declared, closing the few steps between them as his axe rose...