Dancing Fire

Geoff sighed. He was bored. He wanted to fight. He walked through the forbidden area. Smirking slightly, he produced a small flame. He threw it into the air, but stopped it before it could hit anything.

He did it again and again, making the size and velocity of the flame differ. Finally he stopped and sat down. He made a little circle of fire and watched the flames dance.

He loved fire. It was so bright and painful.

Geoff saw Jira. He smirked. Someone to fight with...that would be fun. He stood and threw a flame at Jira.

Geoff blinked at him and shook his head. "If there was going to be one, I'd have already said it," he said in reply. Growling, he glared at the gun before shooting aball of fire towards the weapon.

Geoff threw flames at the bullets to slow them down while he fell flat onto the ground. He rolled quickly to the side behind a tree. Looking up, he shrugged and set the tree on fire and grinned wickedly.

As te bullet shells came through the tree, Geoff ducked and twisted various ways and managed not avoid getting hit by anything. He stood swiftly, dove and attempted to knock the gun out of the guy's hand. "No more! We fight with hands!" He glared darkly and pounced.