*Some good name for a story about magic*

With your staff firmly in your hands, you point it at the bandit and scream "quattuor" and a ball of fire shoots out and buries itself in his chest. He screams in agony while his friends panic to get to their feet, you stand up, holding your staff firmly, it is now raining and thundering.

"Let this be a lesson to you who thinks that they can mess with wizardy, even if the user is asleep!"
One of the bandits scream something about ripping your heart out, yet you didn't quite catch it.
This is however a good show of your powers