The mystic yellow flames eased his pain well enough, leaving him to consider the strange power. At first he was certain that they were going to burn, but to be honest, it was more of a soothing feeling that grazed against his side. It was refreshing. The white core, yellow flames, and star-like sparkles that rose off of it was beautiful. Almost, innately, he had felt he was accustomed to seeing something like that.

Rolling his shoulder around in its socket, Carlisle gazed up at the Brenda. “So what happens now? Do I finally get to fight my competition or what? And... another thing, what's up with that fire? It doesn't burn at all and it seems almost like magic.