[h2]Chad Belton: Rockers HQ[/h2]
Well... now what? He knew there were repercussions for harming or killing others... who had said that? Visage, right? And what was her exact wording? He didn’t recall. Even so, he figured killing those inside might not be frowned upon under the circumstances. Melting them down, dissolving them to puddles of boiling flesh in his lava. Not like he could do much else, without just charging right into Mire’s gas. But Sheila would never allow it, would she?

Oh. There was Mire. Nifty, yeah, cool stuff... and it looked like Mire had some sort of marker over her face. Could she... see through that? Damn. But at least he had a course of action now: block the entrance.

Slight problem: there was more than one entrance. He could tell, because he could sense the individual chunks of rubble through the wall when he looked in that direction. The fact he didn’t need direct line of sight helped there, even if he needed to look in the direction to sense it all... so, block off an entrance, but there were many possible entrances... the solution was obvious.

Within the entrance hall, those still inside would likely be shocked by the sudden appearance of what amounted to a square ring of lava, two meters wide on all sides, and encasing a pretty substantial area maybe fifteen by twenty five meters large, give or take a meter either way, including the entrance doors. No pressure wave erupted from the ring, but a wave of roiling heat certainly did, hot enough even from a distance that moving near, let alone passing over, should be incredibly difficult, especially from inside. It didn’t quite get everything he wanted to get, but it was enough of a hazard that passing through should be nigh-impossible.

‘Okay, let’s go.’ With that muttered out, Salem followed on after Creep, leaving the building and the bastards that invaded them to whatever fate they all met. If they melted, fine. If they were crushed to paste, fine. If they escaped, that was fine too. Just another opportunity to fucking murder them and rip their muscles off of their bones, or bend their joints back on themselves until they snapped in half one by one by one... gyeuh. No. Not now. Not yet, anyway.