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Spellcasting Combat Narration for D&D

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So I was gonna include this in my other article on narrating combat, but it proved far too lengthy, so I made this into part 2! 

Combat is easy to describe compared to narrating spell attacks. I ran into this problem last session when I was getting into detail telling the barbarian how they tore off an ogre’s head but then the druid just kept using Fire Bolt and I kept defaulting to “you shoot a bolt of fire at his face.” I’m going to try and vary things up with these lists and help everyone else in the process! I am organizing them by energy type.

Mode of Attack

Half of a spell’s attack is how the caster shapes their spell. The same spell can look very different with every casting if you have a creative DM. Feel free to switch it up each time it’s cast, or vary the same spell when cast by different characters of different classes.

Attack Words

Generic shapes and terms that will launch from the caster’s hand.

Helix, Spiral, Beam, Erratic, Mote, Bolt, Stream, Blast, Burst, Blade, Arc, Miasma, Cloud, Eruption, Wave, Cone, Missile, Rune, Glyph

Class-Based Ideas

  • Bard
    • Energy manifests from thin air a foot in front of their instrument as they play
    • Energy is shaped like ribbons of written music that ripples towards enemies
    • Several tiny motes of energy appear with each note sung or played. Each point of damage comes from a mote hitting the opponent (rolls a 4 out of a d6, 4 of the 6 note-motes hit)
  • Cleric
    • Energy falls from the sky or emerges from the ground as the cleric prays
    • Beam of energy originates from holy symbol
    • Spell attack should highlight that the cleric is granted their powers from a greater power, don’t have the energy come from their hand/finger. Have the energy come TO them, and then be thrown at the enemy.
  • Druid
    • Energy is shaped like an animal.
    • Energy rushes forth from the surrounding wilderness and zooms past the druid and toward the foe.
    • Much like Cleric, energy shouldn’t come from the caster. It should come from elsewhere before being thrown at the enemy.
  • Fighter (Eldritch Knight)
    • Energy blasts from their bound weapon pointed at the enemy.
    • Energy fires from their mouth as they yell.
    • Energy surrounds their weapon and is used in tandem with it (if close enough)
  • Monk (Way of Four Elements)
    • Literally just watch Avatar: the Last Airbender and do that.
  • Paladin
    • Most Paladin spells are smite-based, so they usually happen when an attack hits. Otherwise, let the energy come from a higher power like the Cleric.
    • Energy bursts forth from within the creature hit
    • Energy surrounds weapon right as the strike lands
    • Energy falls from the sky or erupts from the ground
  • Ranger
    • Honestly, most Ranger spells often seem a lot like man-made traps like Cordon of Arrows (arrow traps), Fog Cloud (smoke grenade), or Grasping Vine (slipknot trap). But otherwise, Play it like the Cleric where the energy comes from a higher power.
    • Energy takes the form of the Ranger’s animal companion or an animal they associate with.
    • Spells seem to cast automatically whenever the Ranger is in a tight spot, almost as if nature itself is protecting them. The Ranger gives an approving nod whenever this happens in thanks.
  • Rogue (Arcane Trickster)
    • Energy is always accompanied by a shimmer of glitter
    • The Rogue plays with the energy over their fingertips as they whistle before casting the spell.
    • Energy enchants one of the Rogue’s daggers and casts the spell by tossing the dagger at the intended location or target.
  • Sorcerer (Draconic Bloodline)
    • Energy takes the shape of a dragon of your bloodline.
    • Energy surges forth from your breath
    • All energy takes the shape of your bloodline dragon’s energy type, regardless of the actual energy type. For instance, a sorcerer of a blue dragon’s bloodline that casts Burning Hands or Cone of Cold keeps the energy type but shapes the fire and cold damage into the form of a bolt of lightning. 
  • Sorcerer (Wild Magic) 
    • Energy takes on many random forms, never under the full command of the Sorcerer.
    • Energy erupts from random places in the environment when the Sorcerer calls upon them.
    • Energy bubbles and fizzes with all energy types (but mostly the one called upon), as if a piece of Limbo was thrown at the enemy.
  • Warlock (Archfey)
    • Your energy shimmers with iridescent colors and showers enemies with sparks of glitter.
  • Warlock (Great Old One)
    • Your magic corrupts and twists the flesh of the target of your spell, regardless of the energy type.
  • Warlock (Fiend)
    • Energy takes the shape of the unholy symbol of your patron.
  • Wizard (Abjuration)
    • Energy shoots forth from your magical wards, arcing towards your enemies.
  • Wizard (Conjuration)
    • You conjure a short-lived elemental of the energy type you need. It soars at the enemy.
  • Wizard (Divination)
    • You weave the glowing threads of fate in the palms of your hands, tweaking reality to cast your spell.
  • Wizard (Enchantment)
    • You enchant an object to exude the energy and toss it at the enemy.
  • Wizard (Evocation)
    • I mean, you just sorta blast them. That’s what this school’s about.
  • Wizard (Illusion)
    • Your spell usually spawns two or three illusory copies. When the attack misses, the enemy simply managed to dodge the right duplicate.
  • Wizard (Necromancy)
    • Your energy takes the shape of a skull screaming as it flies toward the enemy
  • Wizard (Transmutation)
    • You transmute the energy out of the surrounding environment and fire it at the enemy

On-Hit

So if half of a spell’s attack is the shape and travel of the spell, the other half is when the spell hits. I organized this list by energy type, as different energies will do different sorts of things when they hit a creature. This is mostly a collection of interesting effects, colorful language, and examples.

Fire

  • Your bolt of fire singes their armor (burning cloth, blackening leather, discoloring metal)
  • A tiny bead of fire explodes on contact
  • Showers them with red sparks
  • Your attack leaves behind a billowing trail of smoke
  • A fast-travelling meteor of flame soars from the sky towards the enemy.
  • Your flames leave blisters and cracked skin in its wake.
  • Your fire blackens the enemy’s flesh

Cold

  • You freeze the moisture in the air into icy daggers that fall onto your enemy
  • You freeze the water in their blood to damage them
  • Their skin turns blue and numb
  • You literally hurl a snowball at them.
  • Your spell leaves them covered in a layer of frost
  • A buildup of ice covers where your spell hit. (it’s easily shattered once they move, though)
  • A blast of icy wind and rain leaves them shivering.

Thunder

  • A crack of thunder pummels your foe
  • A high-pitched, deafening shriek focuses itself on the target
  • A thin trail of blood races from the foe’s ears from a sound no one else can hear
  • The enemy falls to their knees cupping their hands over their ears, gritting their teeth
  • You buffet the target with waves of thunderous sound
  • The ground shakes with the force of your spell. Brittle glass objects nearby shatter.

Lightning

  • Lightning comes from the sky to smite your foe
  • You all smell the faint odor of ozone before a bright bolt of lightning streaks toward the target of your spell
  • Before your enemy can blink they are showered in electrical sparks followed by crippling pain
  • The enemy’s back stiffens as the powerful current of lightning surges through them
  • Your attack leaves a permanent web of lightning shaped burns all over one side of their body
  • Your blast of lightning causes their skin to rupture as it travels through their body

Acid

  • Your acid sizzles as it burns a new, unnatural color into their skin
  • The attack melts their flesh, leaving them permanently disfigured at the site of the spell
  • Your spell’s acid causes blue fire to burn where it hit their skin, and bleaches their armor and belongings
  • A rancid smell fills the foe’s nostrils as the acid bubbles on their bare skin, burning through the simple cloth of their shirt.

Poison

  • You spew a poisonous cloud from your mouth at your opponent
  • A spectral viper or insect is flung at the opponent, biting them and filling them with magical venom
  • Your index and middle finger each grow a poisonous fang which you sink into your opponent’s arm (melee range spell attacks only)
  • The enemy’s mouth fills with a foul tasting liquid which forces its way down their throat

Necrotic

  • Your target’s flesh bubbles and boils as a black ichor sputters from the spell’s origin
  • The foe’s flesh festers with magical disease as boils and wounds quickly cover the affected area
  • A skeletal hand wriggles free from beneath the earth, flying towards the target
  • An incorporeal undead shrieks as it flies from your finger toward the enemy to deliver the spell’s effect
  • Black energy swirls around your arm before launching towards the enemy as if it had a life of its own
  • Your iridescent blue magic enters the target’s body and afflicts their soul, making them momentarily dazed as their eyes glaze over.

Radiant

  • A holy light shines from the skies to harm your target, regardless of time of day or obstructions
  • A halo of radiant energy surrounds your head and blinds the target as they gaze upon it
  • Enemies that aren’t of your alignment hear the whispers of your deity moments before being enveloped in a blinding white light
  • The foe’s eyes and mouth emit warm light and they howl in pain
  • A blade of radiant energy slashes through the victim, leaving a trail of blinking motes of light in its wake
  • The enemy’s skin blisters from the raw positive energy surging through them

So essentially this whole post was a creative writing assignment for myself, but I hope that it gives you guys new creative ideas for new spells or new ways to describe existing spells! They don’t much affect the mechanics of the spell at all, so most DMs I suspect will be fine with most of these descriptions if you want your character to cast spells a certain way.

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10 indies I’m really looking forward to playing:

1. Oxenfree [TRAILER]
2. Night in the Woods [TRAILER]
3. Hyper Light Drifter [TRAILER]
4. The Flame in the Flood [TRAILER]
5. Firewatch [TRAILER]
6. Inside [TRAILER]
7. Rime [TRAILER]
8. Below [TRAILER]
9. No Man’s Sky [TRAILER]
10. Unravel [TRAILER]

Love Notes from the Venus Signs

Venus in Aries:     
     It was like a moment of clarity, the day we met; a sunny blur cast on morning dew and you glimmered like the god damn ocean itself. Maybe I shouldn’t have grabbed your hand, or I shouldn’t have run or screamed, “you- attractive one.” But when you see so much light in one person, you just have to do it. Nothing matters, then, just them. Just you.

Venus in Taurus:
     I never fancied romance novels because there was too much plot and too little character. Men aren’t so dynamic and girls can’t hold their tongues. But you have the finesse of fine wine. In your silence I find comfort and in your irritation I know that what we are is real. Because books don’t explain the way a lover’s hand on your hip can silence the chaos in your mind and lull you to sleep. You are the most difficult person I’ve ever had the pleasure of interacting with, and I will fight for us, I will fight for our love.

Venus in Gemini:
    I don’t know where to start. Remember that bird we saw a few days ago- yeah the pigeon I think. Well I know you think street birds are dirty, but when it flew off into the air and circled us, you wrinkled your nose a little. You didn’t see me smiling because you were watching the pigeon, but I was mesmerized. You’re beautiful, not just because of your nose or eyes or wonderfully erotic body, but because of everything you do. And when you pulled me away for cover, I couldn’t stop laughing. Partly because you stepped in a big wad of gum, but partly because I’ve never been this happy. I love you.

Venus in Cancer:
   Nights with you are the best. Your arms are a coven, a person reminder that I am part of something greater than myself, that I am worth something. Before you, there was a loneliness that never left, a creep of darkness that followed me and swarmed me as I slept. You are my everything. I will support every decision you make, I will be here when you can’t hold a strong front- when life gets too hard. Because, love, if anyone understands, it’s me. And I know how to be soft, how to hold you until your tears dry and how to bake your favorite cookies. I will tell you I love you every morning and every night as long as we are together, and I will mean it every time.

Venus in Leo:
   People saw a lot in me, maybe they still do. You always have. The thing about people is they come and go, but they don’t know me. You know the way I like to sleep in until noon and what dumb memes will make me laugh. You know how to make me feel special when everyone else sees someone who doesn’t exist. Your kisses are important to me, not because you mean it, but because you understand who I am and you’re still willing to fight for me. Cuddle me into the night and tell me those joke your coworkers like, they make me giggle. I love you for everything that you do, I love you for making me feel real. 

Venus in Virgo:
    This is a confession, nothing more and nothing less. I am neurotic. I find solace in cleaning and can’t have sex knowing that their are dishes in the sink. I know that I am riddled with a touch of crazy, but you see more in me. You find me charming and understand that everything I do for you is because I love you. For whatever reason, telling you isn’t easy enough. I want to show you. I want to help you shop for groceries and then satisfy you fully in bed. I want you to know that I can change for you, but you never seem to mind my quirks. You are how I know love exists. 

Venus in Libra:
    My divine, I never doubted your existence. I wish I could have saved every first experience to share with you, and only you. There is a softness when you look at me, when you graze my body and conjoin our fingers until they are so tightly interlocked I believe we may never separate. It is in your presence, in your spontaneous flowers and mountain retreats, that I know this is where I’m meant to be. Nothing is full without you. Even in your bitterness I am contented, although I will do anything you make you happy. You are my whole heart, my other half, my love. 

Venus in Scorpio:
    The world is cruel. We grow up with pain, reoccurring and pungent in our viscera. It doesn’t always heal either. And people will cause it with their carelessness, using others as if they are puppets. It is in you that I can heal, from your scent, within your laugh, and in the breath of your sleep. There is purity within you, a truth that I am fixated upon. I want to delve into the depth of your mind and comfort your pains, I want to hold you and understand you until you are fully exposed and fully fixed from the trials of your past. There is no person as rich with depth as you, no person so worthy of complete love. You have given to me without hesitation, and I long to share with you everything I have.

Venus in Sagittarius:
    The world seems small when you think about it long enough, or when you look up at the midnight sky and see the flaming memories of stars that once were. We are that, a microcosm of existence- a memory recurring time and time again. But no matter how small I am, I am overwhelmed with the concept of you and you totality. There is no person worth this short trip, no one except you. Your company is valuable, your opinions intrigue me, and you have a curiosity for this world that rivals mine. It’s okay that we fight, I think, even when you’re wrong. You are a star in my mind, ever-present until the day I die, and maybe in another lifetime. 

Venus in Capricorn:
    I am not one to share myself. I find solace in safety, I find solace in predictability. You fight everything I have refused to share. You don’t let me leave, even when I’m certain that I’m best left to my own devices. I never wanted you gone, I never wanted silence between us, but my head is raging with fear. I can’t handle heartbreak and I can’t handle humiliation. I promise that as long as you don’t let me leave, I will help you. I will be loyal, I will hold you when you sleep, and I will be here when you need support. You are worth the risk an I love you with all that I am.

Venus in Aquarius:
   There are moments where I find myself totally lost and totally irrational. The moment I knew I’d fallen for you was when you’d become too invested. I thought I’d drop you like I’d done with others in the past, but I couldn’t. You were too important- someone I cared about, someone I craved to touch. And now, honey, I think about you every freakin’ day. I think about you from the crack of dawn to the moment I fall asleep. And even when I need to be alone, I think about you. You’re special: curious, insightful, interesting. I see the world in you. And now, well, nothing can convince me we’re better apart. I love you with every strange thing I am.

Venus in Pisces:
   Nothing blisters my skin so gently as your morning kisses, which I cherish. The haze of midnight holds your last breath, the one before I elicit the most delicious of moans, and fall into a daze of dreams about us. I am hopelessly risen from this earthly pull, I am devoted to our love, one which I knew to be destined. With you I will be ever-present, and ever-kind. You are what makes flowers bloom and raindrops crystallize. With you, I am completely enamored and totally in love.

AU where Tsuna’s grandfather, Sawada Ietsuna, lives with him and his mom.

And Ietsuna looks like a frail old man who’d probably get winded just from going up a flight of stairs.

But he’s a retired mafioso who can still give men half his age a run for their money, and he has crazy powerful sky flames, and while everyone thinks that Nana is the one taking care of him in his old age, he’s actually the one protecting his daughter-in-law and his precious grandson from people that might be looking to harm them because of what his stupid son has gotten tangled up in.

Ietsuna is super badass and powerful, and if he’d wanted to, he could have easily taken the Vongola back for the Sawada family, but it’s become so disgustingly vile that it looks nothing like the Vongola that Giotto had so cherished once upon a time.

So Ietsuna, just like his father and grandfather before him, wanted absolutely nothing to do with the Vongola. Instead, he used to work as a hitman for hire. Because even if Ieyasu had given up the Vongola, there was no way the mafia would just let his family leave so easily. So the sons and daughters of the Sawada family would cleverly play along the fringes of the mafia. Do a favour for a powerful famiglia here, carry out a hit for another family there - make enough important people owe you so that no one would even dare to touch your loved ones. All without having to get too involved with the politics of it all.

But then Iemitsu had gone and fucked it all up by becoming Vongola Nono’s dog.

Thus, Ietsuna essentially disowned his son, and decided to move in with Nana and Tsuna, so that his beloved, innocent little grandbaby wouldn’t have to suffer the consequences of his father’s actions.

And while he’s gruff and intimidating towards basically everyone else, Ietsuna is a doting grandfather to Tsuna, wrapped completely around the baby’s chubby little fingers from the moment he’s born.

He’s the one that teaches Tsuna how to ride a bike, and he’s the one that attends Tsuna’s school events and takes him out on holidays.

And he’s the one that tells Tsuna stories about their family.

Ietsuna was 5 years old when his great-grandfather, Sawada Ieyasu, had passed away. He has very few memories of the man - mostly consisting of soft smiles and kind words, of snoozing together on warm sticky summer days, and of crying bitterly when his parents told him that great-grandpa was gone.

He tells these stories to Tsuna. And more, he tells Tsuna stories that his own grandfather had told him, of Ieyasu working hard to build a life for himself after moving to Japan, of all the things Ieyasu had stood for - the importance of family and protecting the weak.

He tells Tsuna everything he can about Ieyasu. Because he knows.

Ietsuna looks at his innocent little grandson, with those soulful brown eyes and that too big heart and that sweet, sweet smile. And he sees his great-grandfather in him.

Iemitsu may have been the one that sired him, but Sawada Tsunayoshi is the son of Giotto Vongola, through and through.

Sawada Tsunayoshi is a prince without a kingdom, and one day, he’s going to take back his throne.

(Thirteen years pass, and when the great hitman Reborn shows up on his doorstep one day, Ietsuna welcomes him in with a smile that’s more just a baring of his teeth.

Reborn acknowledges the silent threat with a nod, and swears to himself that even if he should die, he will do right by Sawada Tsunayoshi.)

Second Chances (James Conrad)

Pairing: James Conrad x OC

Warning: Little, tiny bit of violence. And giant bugs. Lol.

Originally posted by enchantedbyhiddles


I couldn’t relax. Couldn’t close my eyes without seeing it all over again. 

Choppers being tossed from the sky, like tiny toys. Flames licking away at molten metal. Bodies falling from midair. And those eyes. Those huge, yellow eyes. I squeezed my own eyes shut, desperate to make those horrible mental images vanish. Though the second I tried to think of something else, anything else, my mind wandered back to him.

To James Conrad.

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AU where six year old Izuku met a young man with brown hair and kind brown eyes that sometimes turned orange. A young man who had the brilliant Orange Flames that didn’t burn Izuku when he touched the flames and sometimes grew as cold as ice. A young man who taught Izuku how to harness his own Orange Flames. 

Eight short weeks Izuku spent with that young man who believed that Izuku could do anything that Izuku set his mind too. Eight short weeks until the young man had to leave to go home. Eight short weeks that flew by too fast. 

On that last day, Sawada Tsunayoshi knelt down to Izuku’s eye level and ruffled Izuku’s black hair. 

“Keep on doing your best with your Dying Will, okay Izuku-kun?” 

Danny Rand makes total sense if he got the title not because he’s a chosen one...

but because he’s an emotionally traumatized, expendable orphan that shows enough physical prowess to be made into a meat-shield for the dimensional gateway. 

Justifications (spoilers) under the fold:


  • Colleen’s students are a direct thematic mirror of Danny. The “Good Hand” gives a practical demonstration of an organization that its  believers (vulnerable and disadvantage youths given direction and a “mission”) see as just and righteous but is in fact self-serving and corrupt.
  • There’s no indication that the leaders or people of Kunlun are, in fact, good and noble, outside of Danny, who is not a reliable narrator. The various gangs also oppose the Hand, but they’re not on the side of the angels because of it. Davos is a zealot. 
  • Danny has been given zero help to come to terms with the loss of his parents, to the point where he still clearly has PTSD flashbacks to their deaths. He’s instead taught to bury his emotions, which is not what you’d do if you wanted a noble champion, but is exactly what you’d do if you wanted an obsessed killer with a whole lot of rage to tap into.
  • Danny is terrible at everything he attempts to do as the Iron Fist that isn’t fighting. He abandons his post, he uses violence and anger to discipline students, he’s genuinely bad at interacting with people, he’s trusting and naive, all signs that his training was not at all focused on making him a rounded person or even someone who might one day take on students. The power of the Iron Fist can be used to heal, but his teachers never bothered to show him that gift, or even tell him about it.
  • The Prophecy comes across as bullshit. We know there’s an Iron Fist in generation after generation. How many were “children who fell from the sky, touched by flame?” So did every Iron Fist crash in a plane, or a hot air balloon, or get dropped by an eagle onto a campfire? Or did a clever pseudoreligious cult leader see an opportunity and say something profound sounding at the right time? Why train one of your own to give his life fighting off a horde of poison-happy ninjas when the universe just dropped a white American kid in your lap that you’re going to have to feed anyway? 
  • The Dragon is “Not What We Thought”. While not expounded on, Danny says this abou the dragon Shou-Lao. What he means isn’t explained (really, Davos isn’t even curious about that?) but this is Marvel, so for all we know its an alien. When the entire mythology of the Iron Fist is built on the dragon, however, if the dragon isn’t what they thought, then neither is the Iron Fist.
  • The ending. KunLun is gone after what appears to be a Hand attack, but there’s no dead monks, and the way is closed when it should be open. Is the opening and closing of the gate really beyond the monks’ control? What else doesn’t work the way Danny thinks it does?

Iron Fist has a single recurrent theme: the manipulation and exploitation of children by authority figures that they trust. Colleen and Bakuto, Colleen’s Students and Colleen, Ward and Harold Meachum, Danny and Harold Meachum, and ultimately Danny and the Monks of Kunlun. 

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Your Most Beautiful Moment in Life pt.1: Epilogue
(Non-idol!AU) Jungkook loved you, you love Jin, and Jin loves his baby brother so much that he broke your heart in springtime. Reuniting under the summer sunshine one year later, Jungkook hopes for the two of you to find your happy ending… and just might’ve encountered his new beginning.

Prol. | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | Epi.


The flame trees have bloomed.

You stand right under the largest flame tree growing on the low hill and tilt your head back to snap a picture with your phone. The blazing red flowers make a stark contrast against the cloudless blue sky.

In Seoul, it should be just past the blooming period of cherry blossoms. Memories of your last springtime threaten to resurface to your conscious thoughts, but you push them down and away. There are no cherry blossoms here, no spring–there’s only the hot season.

Anyway, the flame trees have their own beauty. They’re hardier too, not breaking away at the slightest disturbance and not dying days after barely living.

You have no need for such pale and delicate flowers.

“Y/N…”

You blink, still gazing at the sky through the flame trees, sure that the familiar voice is only in your head. It has been a year. But it’s only a year. More years will go by and I’ll forget. Sure as cherry blossoms die…

“Y/N… I finally found you.”

You shift slowly towards the voice. Jin stands before you, his usual prince-like self: tall yet unassuming, poised and amiable, with the gentlest smile on his face.

“Jin. You’re here.”

“Yes.” He takes one step closer, weighing your reaction. You tense but manage not to step backwards. “My dear princess. I’ve missed you… so much.”

From the foot of the hill, Jungkook watches the two of you with calm satisfaction, but he startles when he hears the incessant ring of a bicycle bell. He jumps right off the dirt road, but the approaching bicycle stops a couple of feet away from where he has been standing.

The rider observes the same sight of the reunited, would’ve-been lovers that he has been watching. She forms a heart with her hands and peers into it. “I guess he must be the prince.”

She’s tall enough for him to easily look her in the eye, her skin glows under the tropical sun, and her hair freely tumbles in the warm breeze. Jungkook stares at her so intently that he doesn’t think to glance away when she catches him looking.

“So what does that make you?” she asks, in her voice like bells–not silvery chimes, but strong, resonant tones more akin to tower bells.

Jungkook ponders the question, a smirk playing upon his lips.

A/N: So if you’ve read until the end and are interested in the sequel, please click this link. [x]

Primary Flame Types

Just some of my ideas for what makes people a certain flame.


Sky

Have the ability to relate or at least understand other people outside of their social group and typically have a strong intuition (whether for battle or people or situations), makes the ultimate and/or big decisions, tend to have an idea of what to do more than the normal person

In battle they tend to be one of the last combatants.  Going back to making the ultimate decision, they will typically be the one to end things or give the final push.

Rain

Will not back down and tend to be drawn into fights rather than instigating them, retaliators to a perceived threat/challenge - but will let other things slide, more than any other flame they are selective about when and what they fight

In battle they tend to be more focused on slowing down the enemy and/or giving others more time - typically calm

Storm

Typically leading the charge (whether physically, emotionally, etc), do not hide from the fight, tend to be critical of themselves and others (for better or for worse)

In battle they are a destructive force or rallying the troops.  Typically are focused on doing as much damage as possible.

Sun

Tend to rely on strength and speed above all else (whether physical or mental), typically straightforward and on the battlefield, tend to have an inability or extremely hard to time in being able to portray themselves as different from who they are

In battle the physical combatants will tend to go exactly where they’re needed.  They can be typically distinguished by their reliance on speed and/or strength.

Lightning

Usually impulsive (Some are better at controlling this than others), users tend to be overly defensive of themselves, Both defensive and offensive fighting

In battle they tend to hold their own.  While they can support others, it’s mainly through defense.  Summed up: Destruction ahead and safety behind

Cloud

Active combat, fight on their own terms and in their own way (whether that means fighting on the field or doing more behind the scenes), tend to be extremely stubborn

In battle they tend to have a set style of fighting or a plan that they will not change.  In one word, they are uncontainable.

Mist

Typically stay away from hand-to-hand, resourceful/adaptable - tend to be most accepting of change, evasive physically or mentally, typically some sort of psychic, tend to have a natural ability for acting/being able to hide who they are

In battle….these are the ones most likely to not be on the field.  They are typically strategists or doing other behind-the-scenes work (such as a spy.  When they do fight, they are typically resourceful and able to adapt to a situation. 



Note: When referring to in battle, these are typical behaviors.  Like all things, there can be exceptions.  These are included because I feel that flame type can influence how someone battles naturally (without influence from others).