[h3][color=00a651][b][center]Malkus[/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[Center][color=00a651][b]Location:[/b][/color] Gorlf Northern Territory
[color=00a651][b]Actions:[/b][/color] Sitting inside a burning building[/center]

Malkus was ready to dive out of the way the moment the woman brought up her hand, and that's what he did. He dodged her spell and leaping clear behind her, avoiding the brunt of the magic. But not all of it. If it were just a flew of fire from his hands, or even a regular fireball, Malkus could have came out unscratched. But for some reason this one was much bigger than usual, big enough to cause the entire building to start burning. Why this crazy which would use such a powerful spell [i]inside[/i] a building, he didn't know. But then again she was crazy. Crazy justifies a lot of things.

The force of the explosion knocked Malkus into the wall. While he wasn't on fire, he was hurt badly. Mixed with his fatigue, hunger, and general mood, he didn't bother to get to his feet. Instead he just sat up and watched as the witch and Kyra escaped the burning building. Malkus was frankly surprised that the explosion didn't collapse the whole place, but he supposed that would have been too merciful. He did try to move his legs, but no; too much pain. Not enough energy. Sitting in place he watched as the fire slowly started to spread, and he could feel it harder to breath as the smoke became to fill the building.

As he sat against the walls he looked towards where the bonfire once was, and saw Sona's cloak get engulfed in the fire. He sighed and weakly, took out his flute. [color=00a651]"I fucked up again, huh? Well... At least I'll go to sleep warm."[/color] Pulling down his mask, Malkus brought the flute to his lips. He played the song he and Sona played in the forest the day before, wondering if maybe she'd hear him again. He wondered if he would see her again. Because he's made a lot of mistakes, and he knew that one of the worse things he did was not apologizing to Sona. He hoped she was here and it wouldn't be too late... But he supposed that would have been too merciful.

The music didn't last long. It barely lasted a minute before it went silent, and only the rain and roar of fire could be heard.