Balthazar was a man of fire, one who just loved seeing things go up in flames and whose lungs had inhaled quite a lot of normally not so healthy smoke. Yet the sheer level at which this 'modern society' expended precious fuel for nothing but some time to smoke those [i]disgusting[/i] cigarettes while sitting idle in a traffic jam every day was... a mentally challenging concept. The driver of the white sedan in front of him had just tossed out one of those petty tobacco pipelets halfway finished and the demon turned his head to see how far he could back up his motorcycle just to escape the smell.

He had stopped the engine over a minute ago already as no end to the queue of vehicles in front of him was in sight. Security measures for that overpriced wedding gala dinner shit everybody was trash talking about perhaps ? Great! And while high society was happy in the tower, he was stuck here down in the streets with bored and annoyed people staring at the huge man with sunglasses and his somewhat rusty, yet no less trusty bike. Hopefully some of those who caused them here to endure as this would end up in h...

The explosion was bright enough to make Balthazar squint even through the sunglasses. He could hear some car radios around him suddenly emitting nothing but static through the open windows and people pushed their heads forward to see upwards through the front window of their vehicles.

Maybe the buffet had been a little too spicy, causing the crowd of guests to fart all over the place until somebody felt the urge to smoke before air conditioning and ventilation had had a chance to intervene ?

Balthazar's hand rushed towards the ignition key as it dawned upon him that now was the time to think about something else. Power went out in a lot of buildings around him, but there was still enough light in the air high above to see the myriad of glass shards and the many bits of shattered aluminum framework on their ballistic ways to the ground deep below. Hidden for the lack of reflectivity were probably a lot of heavy concrete blocks and that was one hell of a reason for concern.

"Sorry!" the demon apologized very unceremoneously as he happened to ram and shear off the right side mirror of a passenger car. Others started to grasp the same issue he had figured out as well and, without having the same amount of maneuverability as he had on just two wheels, rushed out of their vehicles to find shelter quickly. It was a mess developing in mere seconds and Balthazar's own escape was a breaking move through the boom gate of an underground parking lot. The sound of shattering and solid impacts gave all the positive feedback he needed to think this had been perfectly justified. Wasn't that even some bloody torso that just happened to smash onto the hot asphalt ?

Among all the debris and screaming people, something else found its way to the entrance of the lot. It bounded of the ground, then rolled down the gentle slope until it stopped almost in front of Balthazar's feet. A small metal sphere with carvings on it he couldn't identify. It somehow didn't look like any ordinary piece of decoration, but in any case fancy enough for the demon to just pick it up and stuff into his jacket. Maybe that could be sold somewhere ?

Anyway, he needed to get out before the entire city block would be bristling with police and other emergency services.


[hider]Balthazar witnesses the explosion from a position a bit too close for comfort and picks up an interesting looking, spherical object that was part of the debris raining down from the tower. Given the rapidly evolving chaos however he's not yet certain that he can get out of there quickly.[/hider]