Raistlin killing a Draconian with a spell

Raistlin stared intently at the creatures, who—recognizing a magic-user—slowed and glanced at each other, hesitant to approach. One dropped to the ground and crawled under the cart. The other sprang forward, sword in hand, hoping to impale the mage before his spell was cast, or at least break the concentration that was so necessary to the spellcaster. Caramon bellowed. Raistlin seemed not to hear or see any of them. Slowly he raised his hands. Placing his thumbs together, he spread his thin fingers in a fanlike pattern and spoke, “Kair tangus miopiar.” Magic coursed through his frail body, and the creature was engulfed in flame.

Excerpt From Dragons of Autumn Twilight, pg 155
Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman