Firestorm walked into the small town. His massive size made him quite noticeable amongst the local residents, and his dark and almost evil look made people want to cross the street in place of walking by him. Of course, Firestorm didn't care, all he cared about was getting a drink, as he was thirsty. His extreme strength and size made him confident that if anyone tried attacking him, they'd be ten times more hurt than he would be. If there were any slavers, he'd be sure to kill them, but not before forcing answers out of them. He'd find his old friend's murderer, and then he'd do a thousand times over what the man did to his friend.