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Casey Jones ([personal profile] jonesiseverywhere) wrote in [community profile] hfm_logs 2015-08-22 01:52 pm (UTC)

Why was just one fireball too much to ask?!

Everyone was still alive, and now they had to close the rift. That part was simple. But Wash was on his back and probably wasn't getting up, Bones was moving through the Nox like he was hurt and Greg was way too wiped to fight.

That left Casey to...do what? Follow Bones? No, no he had to get Wash out of there...no, should he protect Greg? Too many options, all of them important and urgent and immediate, and he needed an answer NOW his brain just couldn't settle on- Were those spikes?

"What th-" Greg was on the ground and now there were thorns jutting out of the pavement. Only barely long enough to impale the Nox but maybe if he-

This was Casey's element, the improvised, the spontaneous, the wild. The focus came. The answer was clear. Adrenaline filled his stomach, filled the tank, and both his hands burst into flames. He took off, skating around the field of thorns, low to the ground, hands out. The fire caught the thorns like a bunch of evil birthday candles and spread downwards.

"Bones!" He shouted as loud as he could, "Throw 'em!"

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