[He stares down at his flame, trying to force it back down to its regular size, but he can still feel the power surge inside of him and it's throwing off his control. Curious, he shoots off a jet of flame at a pile of crates down the road - not only do they go flying before burning down to ash (which takes a few seconds), but the wall behind him ends up with a long black scorch mark tracing the path of the fire.
That's when he looks back at the stranger, and for the first time, he seems pleased with the whole situation. It's a very twisted sort of pleasure, though.]
Shit. I might have to keep you around. [He snuffs out the flame, holding out his hand.] Pyro.
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That's when he looks back at the stranger, and for the first time, he seems pleased with the whole situation. It's a very twisted sort of pleasure, though.]
Shit. I might have to keep you around. [He snuffs out the flame, holding out his hand.] Pyro.