The shot sounded, flames were licking the windows, and smoke was billowing through any crack it could find. The fire was in the roof, climbing into the crawlspace and sparking against the fluffy insulation. It gnawed at the wooden beams of the walls, thinning them and splitting the fibers into curled, charred tangles. Maeve still hadn't gotten used to that- Just [i]knowing[/i] what the fire was doing. She could feel it growing and spreading and billowing off of the body of the Jotun.

And the Jotun was [i]in[/i] the house and, now, so was Amity. 

The residents came out a split second after Amity ran in, and were whisked away by the only people around who felt remotely like adults. Well, the only two [i]real[/i] adults. Not mid-to-late 20 somethings who worked two night jobs and lived in a shitty flat without air conditioning and lived off of protein shakes and beer nuts. And sometimes beer.  

Non-adult food.

Maeve looked to Oren, only to catch sight of Volkir and Silvarae rushing past them and into the house. [b][color=#c4422b]"Son of a-"[/color][/b]

Maeve took off running running after them, having seen something else in their path: Through the window, just ahead of them, there was a ripple to the air. Not heat- it didn't feel hot. But a ripple she could see from this distance, like the ripples of propane off of a grill that had gone out. [b][color=#c4422b]"ZERO! Put it out! Someone, put it-"[/color][/b]

There was no way for Volkir or Silvarae to have known- No way to have seen the shower of buckshot clip the burner valve off of the gas stove in the kitchen, below the window facing the team. No way to know that gas was pouring into the room, and certainly no way to know that Volkir's body smashing the glass would draw flame into fresh air, and then into the open cloud of gas filling the kitchen... 

The bang was louder than Maeve had expected- The wall of flame rushed over her body and she skidded to a stop, unharmed but clothes singed. She could see through narrowed eyes the blinding brightness as Volkir was propelled behind some wall of the house and out of sight. Perhaps onto the roof. The kitchen wall splintered into bits, and popped a few more times for good measure before the gas pipes were melted shut.

Maeve threw up her hands out of instinct, and the explosion parted away from what was left of the team. 

It did not, however, stop the momentum of Silvarae's corpse. The former Rune bearer's broken body, or what remained of it, continued out toward them. Her torso stopped a yard from Maeve's feet. A spurt of blood bounced upward where she hit the ground. 

It splatted on Maeve's leg. 

One of Silvarae's legs, however, was somewhere else. 

[b][color=#c4422b]"Z- Zero-"[/color][/b] Maeve looked behind her, face white and flecked with ash. [b][color=#c4422b]"We- we gonna fucking do something? Isa-"[/color][/b] Her hands balled into fists, and she nodded toward the other side around of the building. [b][color=#c4422b]"That way's- That way's better."[/color][/b]

She cleared her throat as she took off around the alternate direction. There was less fire there, it seemed. [b][color=#c4422b]"And that was a fucking lot."[/color][/b]

And it smelled less like burned body.