The heat from Nicholas' palms finally poured out and his fists were set aflame. His eyes were burning red and a deep growl was ripped from his throat when he was shoved backward. "[b][i]You're not getting it![/i][/b]" he boomed in a voice that seemed too deep and too gravelly to be his, opening his fists so quick that a ball of fire was dispensed downward onto the concrete from each hand, leaving behind black burn marks. His wings twitched and spread instinctively, ripping through his shirt. They'd faded from their original light brown to a dark black-gray over the years he'd been away from her. They flapped once, retracted and folded, spread out again, then folded once again.

"You're going to [b]die[/b] if we don't do something about this and I'm trying to keep that from happening!"