Itās Broken pt. 2 @hollyxhorn
The rioters fire was no match for Morganās flames. He fend off the hoard nearly till daybreak from his perch atop the grocery store. Puffing into ash to access the ventilation system and appearing out the other side in one piece, raising both palms and searing any flesh close enough to be struck. He didnāt sweat, or tingle, by now his abilities were part of his physical form. Both hands facing the ground he propelled himself with fire and smoke, back on his vantage point. Daybreak was three hours away, but Morgan couldnāt rest, between all of this heād tried to call his sister. Was only thwarted by the mass and a responsibility to protect what little property this small town had. It couldnāt afford to lose such a resource--not when he had the power.
Finally. A text. A location. Morgan could trust not one hunter would come near the building for the remainder of this. He was stealthy, but once out of the area Morgan was fueled off the fire till whisps of smoke ran thin. By then, he had arrived, his body shook from exhaustion and worry, āHolly! Holly!!ā
