[ He can't do fire. Never has been able to. He can find information, he can communicate, he can set up half-decent wards and counterspells. Not fire. So it's kind of a novelty, to capture the flame in his hands. He crushes it in his palm, squeezing it like a fruit into the mixture of hair and wine and sulphur and blood.
Somehow the flame catches.
The car creaks and shudders, and thick red and gold and black smoke comes from the gas tank, and from somewhere in the roaring flames there's howling laughter. ]
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Somehow the flame catches.
The car creaks and shudders, and thick red and gold and black smoke comes from the gas tank, and from somewhere in the roaring flames there's howling laughter. ]