Son wrapped in her arms, Sarah swallowed. “You’re on fire.”
“Cool!” Matt chirped.
“It’s kind of a long story,” Alan said shyly. “Short version – this is something a few people can do, with a lot of rukh. And a friend. My friend’s Amon.” He shrugged. “But I’m going to need your help. Amon can only help me do this if I’m awake.”
Sarah glanced at the tank, water shimmering in the firelight, then at the shattered cuffs. “You’re… tired.” Shook her head. “Of course you are. But if we can’t touch you-”
“You can.” Alan straightened, trying to look as confident as Aladdin always thought he was. “I know what it looks like, but I won’t hurt you. The fire’s mine… um. How long have the lights been out?” And where’s all the dark rukh go- uh-oh.
He moved, swift as flame, snatching up Sarah in his free arm as pulsing dark power shattered tanks in a flood of fluids and snarling flesh.
Set spell, don’t know what the trigger was, but it’s still driving them-!
The impact was a surprise. It didn’t hurt, but Sarah couldn’t quite stifle a yelp as stone and plaster shattered off the protective aura of flames around them.
Oops. Alan shook rock dust off as they soared into the next level. Short ceilings.
“Awesome!” Matt flung up his arms. “Do it again- eek!”
Big as a polar bear. Shaggy, between rhino-horns scattered across a thick hide like oversized porcupine quills. Four hot yellow eyes, and tusks that could have come off a cranky hippopotamus.
I don’t have time for this! “Amol Berka!”
The flame wall curved and arced with his will, fires gnawing through stone and plaster in a rumbling roar.
Alan flicked his sword up as he dodged the mass of angry monster, will tugging flames just a bit hotter. “Going down!”
With a howl, half the floor collapsed.