[ It really would be bad to hit that with fire, wouldn't it? It's such a shame for Alex, then, that he's more than a little distracted, his mind filled with thoughts of Clear Clear Clear and how he had to, had to catch up with her, to make sure that thing didn't get her.
One foot goes forward, and one goes back, as he starts to call out her name again. He slides, drawing in breath tightly, and the fireball fresh on his hand slams into the ground. Flames erupt around him. ]
Sh- shit...! [ Alex pitches forward, bringing his arms up to protect his face from the heat. Fire licks his sleeves, at his hands but he can't feel any of that-- without even realizing it, he's in survival mode. He's stopped, he's dropped, and now he rolls, fast as he can, slamming into the wall. Not...exactly great, for his recently recovered concussion, but hell, he'd rather that than be on fire.
Beaky shrieks and swoops down, flapping her wings to try and...it looks like direct the fire away from Alex? He's already rolling away from it now, the embers on his clothes dying down, but any little bit helps.
The whole thing's quick, over and done in ten seconds. Alex's already useless hands sizzle, his arms and clothes singed. He practically crawls forward. If he can't feel the pain in his hands... Fuck it, he ignores it. ]
Cl- Clear... Please... Wait.
[ Wouldn't you know it, the kid keeps shuffling forward. He's lost track of where he is, only knowing he wants to get away from the isolated fire, burning away. Beaky starts to fly ahead, to give him a better vantage point; thirty feet and he can see through her eyes, after all. ]
well alex rolled a 3, so cw: burns
One foot goes forward, and one goes back, as he starts to call out her name again. He slides, drawing in breath tightly, and the fireball fresh on his hand slams into the ground. Flames erupt around him. ]
Sh- shit...! [ Alex pitches forward, bringing his arms up to protect his face from the heat. Fire licks his sleeves, at his hands but he can't feel any of that-- without even realizing it, he's in survival mode. He's stopped, he's dropped, and now he rolls, fast as he can, slamming into the wall. Not...exactly great, for his recently recovered concussion, but hell, he'd rather that than be on fire.
Beaky shrieks and swoops down, flapping her wings to try and...it looks like direct the fire away from Alex? He's already rolling away from it now, the embers on his clothes dying down, but any little bit helps.
The whole thing's quick, over and done in ten seconds. Alex's already useless hands sizzle, his arms and clothes singed. He practically crawls forward. If he can't feel the pain in his hands... Fuck it, he ignores it. ]
Cl- Clear... Please... Wait.
[ Wouldn't you know it, the kid keeps shuffling forward. He's lost track of where he is, only knowing he wants to get away from the isolated fire, burning away. Beaky starts to fly ahead, to give him a better vantage point; thirty feet and he can see through her eyes, after all. ]