[All his struggling, all his fighting, all his desperate wrestling for control. He wants it to be done. If he can take no one with him, so be it. He was never going to accomplish anything of worth anyway.
But it seems like the creature, by the sound of it, is much more willing to directly grant his desire. He stops completely at the whooshing sound of the flame, suspecting what's coming without seeing it and not even attempting to move out of the way—and it bursts into a sharp stinging once it hits him, sending him staggering forward with a pained noise caught behind his clenched teeth, the fire extinguished before it fully moves through the shade. It leaves more of the dark cloud with an orange glow, like embers hiding within smoke.
And isn't that a funny thought? That a bird of flame, the sort of creature he once used to end lives, would aim an attack at him when he desired that fate for himself. A single voiceless laugh escapes him.]
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[All his struggling, all his fighting, all his desperate wrestling for control. He wants it to be done. If he can take no one with him, so be it. He was never going to accomplish anything of worth anyway.
But it seems like the creature, by the sound of it, is much more willing to directly grant his desire. He stops completely at the whooshing sound of the flame, suspecting what's coming without seeing it and not even attempting to move out of the way—and it bursts into a sharp stinging once it hits him, sending him staggering forward with a pained noise caught behind his clenched teeth, the fire extinguished before it fully moves through the shade. It leaves more of the dark cloud with an orange glow, like embers hiding within smoke.
And isn't that a funny thought? That a bird of flame, the sort of creature he once used to end lives, would aim an attack at him when he desired that fate for himself. A single voiceless laugh escapes him.]