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A Cataclysm In The Pocket

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... Welp.

Shin hadn't even blinked and there was a building -- more than one building -- just bisected by roaring flames.

Laugh? Stare? Wish he dished out damage like that ?

(oh no, oh no no no, that was a level of holy sheeit he didn't want responsibility for)

(... but it was so cool)

(so, maybe ...?)

A little of all three?

He sighed; inwardly, so the others wouldn't notice.

Yeah. Yeah, all of the above. I'm not afraid to admit it, not to me anyway.

Priorities, though --

He picked up his pace, moving to close the gap.

"Hey, Wildfire, you okay over there?"