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"Oh, You have got to be SH..."
Mar'Cal looked back at his captive just in time to see the fire beginning to climb at his face. He instinctively looked away the best he could. For half a second the flames and heat had their way with him, but then his faithful cloak countered the heat with a just as powerful cold, after that half a second Mar'Cal's temperature returned to what it had been moments before, but the heat had done its damage. His one eye no longer seemed to send any messages and he could feel a breeze on his now exposed scalp, his skin crying out from the pain.
The ground around the pair was frozen to a solid in an instant, the fire had been aimed, the response from Mar'Cal's cloak had been a wave. Mar'Cal found even his body which was used to being exposed to freezing temperatures could feel the chill that had come as a counter to something that hot. Mar'Cal gave himself a small shake to remove the ice that now stuck to his skin, frozen there from the cold that followed.
The man who was bringing manacles had fallen both from the fright of what he had seen, as well as the ice that now covered the ground. He shook violently, from fear of the cold? it was not clear.
Finally Mar'Cal looked at Nimedae again, from the look in his eyes it was clear he was done playing around. He drew his axe hand back, and... *BAM!* It made contact with her face, Mar'Cal drew it back again, she had hard skin. A second time his fist went down, this time with all his force. *CRACK* He didn't notice how some of those cracks had not come from her. And Mar'CAl would continue until she stopped moving.
One of his men called out to him though, "Mar'Cal..." the fear in the voice was enough to wake him. He stopped, looked at her, and got up off of her, and limped away, his legs not allowing fast movement. He put the man who fell back on his feet, and continued to limp of, "I'm done here, you guys finish this. I... just... WHY?" Then Mar'CAl saw the dwarves and the fire, "Ah, so that's it. We should probably... help with that." But Mar'Cal passed out before he could take another step. Four of Mar'Cal's men carried him off to find the medical tents, Three stayed to arrest the Komodo, and the other twenty six went to try and help either stop the dwarves, or the fire.
Mar'Cal looked back at his captive just in time to see the fire beginning to climb at his face. He instinctively looked away the best he could. For half a second the flames and heat had their way with him, but then his faithful cloak countered the heat with a just as powerful cold, after that half a second Mar'Cal's temperature returned to what it had been moments before, but the heat had done its damage. His one eye no longer seemed to send any messages and he could feel a breeze on his now exposed scalp, his skin crying out from the pain.
The ground around the pair was frozen to a solid in an instant, the fire had been aimed, the response from Mar'Cal's cloak had been a wave. Mar'Cal found even his body which was used to being exposed to freezing temperatures could feel the chill that had come as a counter to something that hot. Mar'Cal gave himself a small shake to remove the ice that now stuck to his skin, frozen there from the cold that followed.
The man who was bringing manacles had fallen both from the fright of what he had seen, as well as the ice that now covered the ground. He shook violently, from fear of the cold? it was not clear.
Finally Mar'Cal looked at Nimedae again, from the look in his eyes it was clear he was done playing around. He drew his axe hand back, and... *BAM!* It made contact with her face, Mar'Cal drew it back again, she had hard skin. A second time his fist went down, this time with all his force. *CRACK* He didn't notice how some of those cracks had not come from her. And Mar'CAl would continue until she stopped moving.
One of his men called out to him though, "Mar'Cal..." the fear in the voice was enough to wake him. He stopped, looked at her, and got up off of her, and limped away, his legs not allowing fast movement. He put the man who fell back on his feet, and continued to limp of, "I'm done here, you guys finish this. I... just... WHY?" Then Mar'CAl saw the dwarves and the fire, "Ah, so that's it. We should probably... help with that." But Mar'Cal passed out before he could take another step. Four of Mar'Cal's men carried him off to find the medical tents, Three stayed to arrest the Komodo, and the other twenty six went to try and help either stop the dwarves, or the fire.