Lukas screamed out in pain. "M-Make it stop!" He shouted as the buzzing echoed through out his head. His breathing hitched, his back feeling like Hell itself. God must had been listening, because everything stopped. Not only the buzzing, but the pain. Lukas's emerald eyes snapped opened, looking around. He looked up. Z and Brand were on the ground. "[i]Was...was hast passeirt?[/i]" He asked, wiping some ashe away from the corner of his mouth with the back of his filthy hand. "Guys?" 

Everything around him was frozen.

Lukas looked around. The flames were still. "Guys?" He asked again, looking down at himself and checking his hands. He studied his palms. Where he once had roadburn now was skin. He looked back as his back. Not a single burn in sight. "...the burns are gone?" He looked back to his friends. They were still on the ground, not moving. Even the hairs on their heads were still. Lukas stood up, shaking. "Guys?" The wind wooshed around him and everything started moving, knocking the breath out of the german boy.

Brand groaned, sitting back up. "What the F*** was that?!" He asked, loosing his cool. His glasses were cracked. "You guys ok-?" He started before seeing Lukas standing up next to them. "How are you doing that?" the ginger asked rather calmly, looking up at the blonde boy. "Your back...?"

Lukas shrugged, bending down on his knees. "Are you two alright?" He asked, not even feeling sore. He felt completed healed.