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Burned, waterlogged, fatigued and confused, Mor felt parts of him that had not needed to function in years once again kick in, filling him with adrenaline at the wrong moments. Fear and paranoia gave way to aggression that he did not know he could feel, and he suddenly burst up to a seated position, his second pair of arms ripping through his robes.

Aggression that he'd not felt at any point in his life before fueled his sudden standing and picking up of a sheep, the one offered to him by Lochlann. All of his tall and bulky frame now stood straight, almost regal and seething with nearly invisible rage, or more likely minor irritation that he overreacted to. Not even bothering to keep his body hidden, he with all four arms grabbed the sheep, arched his back and planted both draconic feet into the ground. With the loudest roar he'd ever given in his life - which was barely more than an audible grunt - he turned from the waist up and let loose, setting off a magnificent spectacle only waiting for the shutter of a camera for immortalization:

a massive man with an undersized head, dragon legs, and two pairs of arms leaning forward, both pairs of arms stretched out,

a sheep bleating as it sailed through the air above the lake,

a seemingly dizzy but otherwise mostly normal person,

and the crackling of a massive flock of burning sheep in the middle of a forest in the process of turning to charcoal.

Heaving heavily as the bleating sheep fell into the lake with a might splash, Mor remembered that there was another person in close proximity, one that had just saved his life. He recalled that at one point he was taught proper protocol for gratitude, and expressed that gratitude by kneeling down and placing his head on the floor, flanked by all four of his hands.

"Gratitude. Am structurally intact, no permanent damage received. Believe I... 'am indebted' if memory functioning properly," he droned flatly, wondering why society would choose to subject themselves to a view of the floor whenever given assistance when back at the Vorel gratitude was expressed with a simple, flat nod. "Name Morris Vashden. Referred to as Mor."

"This is probably just another regular day." Kenny thought as he strolled through the lakeside, where he chose to explore that particular day.
All seemed well until he saw a cloud of smoke in the distance. Sensing trouble, his heart raced and his adrenaline started kicking up as he ran towards the apparent disturbance.

Breathing heavily after nearing his destination, and a big no thanks to his subpar stamina, he was surprised when his nostrils picked up a familiar scent. "Seems that the higher powers from above wanted me to have shawarma today!" He happily thought as he powered forward. But arriving at his destination, he was met with a scene which bemused him, and left him a bit disappointed as well.

In front of him was a flock of sheep, on fire, with some of them running hurriedly towards the lake. He cannot imagine who or what would do this terrible doing. He observed further and spotted two figures near the edge.

"Hey uh, are you okay over there?" He saw a man which looked around his age. And he was talking to... something. It looked a bit disoriented until the thing replied.
"Gratitude. Am structurally intact, no permanent damage received. Believe I, am indebted if memory functioning properly"

Still processing what's going on around him, he decided to watch from a distance and see what happens.

"Why?" was Mor's terse response to Lochlann's summary of things to do. He stood there, his scaled and clawed legs gripping the soil tightly. From no point of view was that course of action sensible for him - while saving the sheep might make sense if they knew where the sheep came from and what purpose they were currently serving, at the moment it was simply impractical to try and round up that many bleating blobs of burning fluff and put them out whilst not burning. Instead, he figured that there was a better option, but it would require prior notification of everyone else present so that they weren't caught up in what he planned.

"Recommending alternate course of action. Burn forest perimeter, intimidate sheep back into center lake for better crowd control. Forest fire unlikely to spread out of control with tree density."

Mor drew out a soggy notepad and a pen, quickly scribbling with his smaller arms, as his larger arms gestured in the air, pointing towards various parts of the forest perimeter. The sheep nearby still kept bleating and burning, and one of them rushed towards him once again. Its horrid warcry made him jump, and in fearful reflex he kicked it mid - tackle towards the lake.

He began to scribble once again, and put both his notes and pen back into his burnt robes, muttering to himself. "Nine percent probability of forest fire spread with said course of action. Possibility of success at seventy - four percent. Proceeding with plan."

Without even warning Lochlann or that person watching from the trees, Mor sent out jets of flame toward key points at the perimeter of the forest surrounding the lake, strategically burning it at regular intervals and ensuring that there was a precise ring of flame now surrounding them. The crackling of wood added to the crackling of well - done mutton, and now the fluffy holocaust began to lose energy, as sheep started to fall left and right in the form of charred mutton on legs, and those with sense headed straight to the lake to put themselves out as there was nowhere else left for them to run.

Those that weren't quite burnt enough to slow down or drop dead noticed that there was something the fire was coming from - something large and ungainly. As if possessed, several of them came at him, and panic once again drove him away, running towards the circle of fire in the hopes that the sheep couldn't ram him back into the waters like they did earlier.

Toward the southeast he rushed, where the fire was thinnest as far as he could tell, with four fiery sheep on his tail. One had succumbed to its burns in the chase, and Mor felt a strange twinge in his chest area as it flopped over and ceased to move. There was no time however to observer further, and he

engaged

the

sheep.

With horribly inexperienced flailing he took down one sheep, tossing it back to Lochlann so that he could put it in the lake - if it would do any good. There were three left, and with his massive frame the confrontation should have been one - sided, if only he knew how to use it properly. As it was, he was being overwhelmed, and with one weak gasp he was tackled to the ground. Soft screaming issued from him as he flailed about as hooves stomped on him.

Fire erupted from his arms, getting rid of the three sheep on him, and setting him on fire as well. He rolled and rolled to put himself out, all the while hearing the taunting and mocking bleating of the sheep, until finally it faded out to the sound of fire. There he lay on his back with his eyes wide open, breathing heavily and coughing, something unfamiliar and most running down the side of his head from his eyes.

"Problem - problem... solved..."

"Hey! Hey you, on the shore there, we can use a hand over here."
His eyes widened as he became aware that he was being called. Kenny then realized the importance of helping the two clean up the mess.
"We've got to get the sheep that aren't on fire out of the lake, and the sheep that are on fire back in the lake." With that said, he began to close his eyes and meditate in preparation for mass levitation.

While doing so, noticed that something smelled funny. He opened his eyes to reveal that the place he was in was on fire and let out a yelp of surprise. "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

With his vest and part of his sleeves caught on fire, he made a mad dash towards the lake and jumped right in. Initially relieved by the calming sensation of cool water around him, he remembered the bizarre situation above and slowly made his way towards the surface and, "BAAAAAAAA!"
He saw a sheep on fire running towards him.

"..Kinetic Burst."
Without much time to put up a telekinetic barrier, he was forced to rapidly accumulate telekinetic energy in his fist and punched the sheep, propelling it towards the sky. He then saw the thing setting fire on three sheep and itself.
Shaking off the water, he ran towards while it as it collapsed while muttering inaudibly. Looking closely, it was twitching a little and seemed pretty hurt. Remembering the other person standing nearby, he called. "Hey! Uhh, little help with the thingy here?

"Fire... placed precisely. Will not spread... without intervention."

Mor gasped between his words, tears openly streaming down the side of his face now. He had to come face - to - face with what he'd just gone through, and the only conclusion he could derive was one illogical beyond belief.

Hell was real, and it was fluffy.

He coughed and coughed, mostly to clear his lungs for a while. Then he realized that there was a person nearby that wasn't Lochlann, who now seemed to be in the lake because of his actions. He had to apologize for that later.

"Am... am fine. Mostly." Recovering what little of his senses he had left, he stood up once again, his robes now fully pointless and burnt to bits. With one pair of arms he took their remains off and walked to the lake. His computations ought to be correct for so long as no external intervention occurred. He'd even accounted for the wind, and a small sense of pride puffed him up as he thought of this.

The only variables left under concern were the sheep. A few of them were still running about on fire, and they were the hardest to deal with. One of them was running toward a gap in the ring of fire, and he was too far from it. There was nothing for him to do but pick up the sheep he threw at Lochlann; the one that was currently a massive sentient sponge of wool for all intents of purposes.

With all four arms he grabbed onto it, trembling from fear that it might return for vengeance. To ensure that it didn't, he grasped onto all four of its legs, wound up with a spin, and threw it squarely at the burning sheep.

It landed with a mix of two different bleats and a loud thwack, the water from the projectile sheep's fluff putting out the other sheep. Whether or not they survived didn't concern him, and while he couldn't explain why, a bit of satisfaction issued from the thought that they didn't.

"Keep burning sheep away from perimeter," he told the other man. "By any means. Then... wait for fire to die. Can force its extinguishing but requires great self - damage. Will not do unless necessary."

In what can only be called a move that was logical in some other plane of existence and not this one, he began to round up more unconscious sheep, soaking them in the lake, and stacking them into a pile of ammunition. Currently he stood beside a pyramid of soggy sheep, and it took him great effort to not collapse trembling beside it. Inside his head he began a mantra, which unconsciously began to leak out into the real world.

"Sheep cannot kill. Sheep cannot kill. Sheep cannot kill..."

Fire.

All he could see was fire. And Kenny was shivering in his lakewater filled clothes that came from the laundry yesterday.
"Great. Juuuuuuuuuuuust great." He thought to himself.
The sound of bleating sheep, raging fire, and splashing water filled the area, and the inferno ring surrounding them isn't making things any better. He then noticed the thing picking up a water bloated sheep and throwing it at a burned one, dousing the fire.

"Keep burning sheep away from perimeter, by any means. Then... wait for fire to die. Can force its extinguishing but requires great self - damage. Will not do unless necessary." The strange thing suddenly told him. He nodded in acknowledgement after staring for a bit, then started to meditate in preparation for mass levitation. He then began to aid in soaking the sheep and passing them to Mor in a dozen who seemed to be on the brink of passing out.

Exhausted and barely able to lift a stone after the temple of wet sheep has been constructed, he pondered on what he'll do after this mishap. "Maybe I'll just take a nice cold shower and head to town to buy groceries." he said with a sigh remembering that he only brought with him a handful of goods.

"Sheep cannot kill. Sheep cannot kill. Sheep cannot kill..."

Not minding the creepy chant on the other side, he sat down and leaned on the side of the sheep temple, where he began to feel drowsy as the sheeps' soggy fur engulfed his head and back into a cool and calming sensation. "It's... so fluffy, and wet." He muttered before falling into a siesta.