Skul was quiet for a moment. He pinched the nonexistent bridge of his nose.
So...I just ostracized myself from the entire town on pain of probably death....for an ecoterrorist releasing dangerous creatures back into the wild. He sighed.
Fantastic. Utterly fantastic.
Of all the graveyards in all the towns in all the world, she had to walk into mine.
My mother always told me 'blessed are those who cannot speak.'
Animals can't complain when you lock them up. We can't let it go on though. Those creeps capture these kind of animals and use them in pit fights, as guard dogs, sell them to zoos - the lot of it. They seem to think they can get away with it because they have a license. The law won't touch them, but I will....."
His eyes were a tad fanatic at this point, he was quite pleased with himself though.
Skul felt betrayed. He'd thought the man had meant that people were trapped, not animals. He clenched his fists, wanting to kill the man on the spot.
Don't ever talk to me again. Do not find me, do not acknowledge me. I made a mistake. I should kill you right now. Do you know what I just gave up to help you?
He turned on the man, his skull smoking a little, his eyes smouldering with purple embers.
Everything. Now I have to start over. The town won't talk to me now, they won't help me look. I gave up on Her to help you, and now I'm set back. Don't ever talk to me again.
Without another word he turned and walked out of the clearing.
Of all the graveyards in all the towns in all the world, she had to walk into mine.
Until a semi-loud boom ripped through the air. That, coupled with the plume of smoke rising into the midday sky indicated something had just now blown up. The noise of distressed and panicked people was unavoidable of course.
"I TOLD YOU THEY'D PAY!"
It was too late. The voice trailed off into the woods, the thief was fleeing.
It wasn't hard to locate the source of the fire, it was in fact right off the street upon which Skul had first become involved in these events.
Flames were licking at the lower windows and doorway of one building, more flames spewing from a grate beneath the street surface. People were standing about uselessly, staring at the flames and panic that ensued. People were coughing, staggering and a couple were being tended to by people that may or may not have had a clue what they were doing.
But the two most noticeable ones were the men Skul had fought earlier. One was laying on the ground on his side, his clothes still smoking, his face burned. The other - he was tending to his partner, clearly in shock. They had not seen Skul as yet.
Skul walked toward the grate. It appeared logical that there was a room of sorts underground and would likely be where the fire started. It had spread upward to the ground floor and would soon prevent a danger to the other buildings on the street.
Skul fond himself in a basement. The fire here was ferocious and appeared to have started from a stack of cargo on the wall opposing the stairs. The ceiling, walls and other flammables had gone up, leading to the fire upstairs.
However, Skul can't help but notice several cages in the room. 3 now contain animals that appear to be dead. 2 are empty. 2 have remaining creatures in them - angry, snarling creatures of exotic nature.
He couldn't possibly get the animals out of the fire now, not without killing them. He'd have to put out the fire first. He pulled his scarf over his mouth and tried to pull the fire towards him, compacting it and drawing it away from its source.
(I have no idea if this would work, feel free to say if it doesn't.)
Of all the graveyards in all the towns in all the world, she had to walk into mine.
Skul was almost at his potential when it came to fire manipulation. This was an extreme circumstance however and being that he was an offensive mage, the fire roared with extreme ferocity and force when he began to control it. He couldn't pull it all away from it's source, there was simply too much of it. Holding it was not an option either, he would have to release it or risk being consumed by it.
Compacting it formed an incredibly dangerous orb of flame and fission, tendrils still drawing into it. It wasn't all of the fire, but a great part of it. It fought him though and he would have to loose the destructive power of his this ball before he had a bomb on his hands....
Shit... He strained and mentally kicked himself. This was an incredibly bad idea. He held it to his chest, burning the front of his suit, which had just healed over. The grate. He tried to carry it over to the grate in the ceiling, and throw it up into the sky, letting it fizzle itself out.
Of all the graveyards in all the towns in all the world, she had to walk into mine.
The fireball damn near escaped him before he could aim it - but burst with a thunderous clap from the basement and shot off into the sky. It wouldn't be fizzling out any time soon, but should make for some spectacular fireworks momentarily.
Skul had far less to worry about now - the roof was out and there were small pockmarks of flame on the cargo and spattered here and there. They would lead to a bigger problem if not extinguished of course.
The animals were still in a panic mind you and upstairs was still ablaze no doubt.
He stared at the animals for a moment. Honestly he could care less if they burned to death. But he thought of them, trapped. They couldn't even fight for themselves. He groaned a little and tried to open the crates they were in. They could fight their own way out. Assuming that worked, he headed upstairs to see if anyone was up there. He felt a little guilty. Destruction of property wasn't his concern, but maybe they could have stopped the fire if he hadn't let the man go. He didn't know how. Rationally it didn't make sense, but the part of him that was still able to feel guilt bashed his head with it.
Of all the graveyards in all the towns in all the world, she had to walk into mine.