He should not be burned by his own fire, yet he is -- the intensity of it is so, was so --
Nhodd staggers to a landing, not sure for a moment where he has come down. His skin is tight, sore, wrong, his very cells raw with the effort of serving as conduits for such intense heat. His fire flickers out as he hits the ground, all the heat burned out in that one great conflagration, leaving him scorched and dim. He shakes wings that shed hot ash on the pavement, and it's not until he's blinked the ash out of his eyes that he remembers that he should be feeling another kind of energy flowing through him. Where are Nick's emotions? There's a trace of it, but it's like the source was cut off midstream. Is the mortal dead? He did not intend that.
He draws a ragged breath and turns to search out -- yes, there. Not dead, relocated. Fallen. The other one over him now, neither looking at him. He might escape detection were he to simply turn and go, leave to go about his business elsewhere without their interference. Or he might turn to go only to be interrupted again.
Decision made, he strides toward them, hand outstretched. He will finish what he started with the one on the ground, take away the drive from both of them so that they stop, so that they will let him carry out his mission of peace.
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Nhodd staggers to a landing, not sure for a moment where he has come down. His skin is tight, sore, wrong, his very cells raw with the effort of serving as conduits for such intense heat. His fire flickers out as he hits the ground, all the heat burned out in that one great conflagration, leaving him scorched and dim. He shakes wings that shed hot ash on the pavement, and it's not until he's blinked the ash out of his eyes that he remembers that he should be feeling another kind of energy flowing through him. Where are Nick's emotions? There's a trace of it, but it's like the source was cut off midstream. Is the mortal dead? He did not intend that.
He draws a ragged breath and turns to search out -- yes, there. Not dead, relocated. Fallen. The other one over him now, neither looking at him. He might escape detection were he to simply turn and go, leave to go about his business elsewhere without their interference. Or he might turn to go only to be interrupted again.
Decision made, he strides toward them, hand outstretched. He will finish what he started with the one on the ground, take away the drive from both of them so that they stop, so that they will let him carry out his mission of peace.