[Jake barely had time to react to the poor cold bumbler before the door burst open again. The man that staggers inside, yanking a wicked curved dagger from the wood of the door as he goes and as he kicks it shut behind him the most alarming part of the sudden entrance is, in fact, that his entire left arm seems to be on fire. The flames do not spread or catch on his clothing even if the mottled blue-violet light spirals up from his arm to his shoulder, his neck, lines and fissures cracking across his face even and a magenta glint to his eyes.
It's unsettling to say the least.
Once he's inside though he slumps back against the door for a moment, sighing in relief and letting the fire around his arm slowly extinguish until all that was left was a thin tendril that sparked and swirled around his fingers.]
Locked In
It's unsettling to say the least.
Once he's inside though he slumps back against the door for a moment, sighing in relief and letting the fire around his arm slowly extinguish until all that was left was a thin tendril that sparked and swirled around his fingers.]