Thinking Conna’Cel referred to Adrian’s attack by ‘explosion,’ she paid him little heed. As the flames lapped at the door, a strange odor strengthened in the air. It smelled faintly familiar, but Faira could not quite place it.
	[b]“Everyone get away!”[/b]
	Unsure of what was happening, Faira grabbed Little Ann’s hand and followed after Scarlet, but neither got too far before the door exploded.
	Faira pulled Little Ann protectively in front of her a moment before Conna’Cel gratefully stepped in front of them and pushed them away from the blast, Faira dropping her borrowed sword.
	Faira coughed as she inhaled the smoke rising from around the door, her ears ringing for a moment from the sudden sound.
	“Th-thanks,” she gasped out to Conna’Cel as both the smoke and ringing in her ears dissipated.
	Heat surrounded them as she straightened, and her eyes grew wide at the flames threatening to engulf them. She raised her hands toward the hungry flames, willing them to die down. They wavered for scarcely a moment, then grew as if mocking her attempt at banishing them.
	She looked to Scarlet, panicked, as the heat intensified.
	“How about [i]get outta here?[/i]” Faira spared only a second to pick the sword back up and took a few steps back down the hall away from the hungry flames, a hand held out to guide Little Ann.