As the swarm comes within range, Thalmarose splays his fingers wide as he mumbles the simple incantation and a cone of bright yellow fire rolls off of the edge of his fan-spread hands. The flames engulf the entire swarm as it trundles up toward the wizard. Burning Hands: (1d4=1) But even as the curtain washes over the beetles he is sure his magic had only the minimum effect as usual. "...That figures." Then he moves back from the swarm before it can engulf him.
Initiative: (1d20+4=22)
Initiative: (1d20+4=22)