[spoiler]Open.[/spoiler][b][u]Der Flammenesser, el Infierno Colorido, the Smokeater, the Eater of Flames.[/u] Southern Ollimand[/b] The sun was setting, going beyond the horizon, leaving the cloudless sky a canvas of mixed colors. A hooded figure walked through town. The cloak was long and black, and did its job of concealing the bearer. One could determine his height to be about 5’11”, and the skin on his right arm had a fair tone to it, but the rest was hidden either by his cloak or his clothing. Speaking of clothing, aside from the cloak, he dressed casually; a dark gray t-shirt, black sweatpants, and solid black running shoes. The town itself wasn’t crowded, but wasn’t a ghost town, either. There were vendors selling things, and people buying them. The streets were made of dust and dirt, while the buildings all had two floors, and were all connected side by side to form a city-like, western style place. But just then, a loud screaming occurred, too panicked and distant to determine what was said. But all the people in the street broke into sprints, all in the same direction; coincidentally, the direction the hooded man was facing. One of the residents bumped into the man, who was still leisurely strolling, oblivious to the world. Upon seeing this, the resident began yelling at the hooded man. [i]“Je to GFJ! Berou rukojmí, běžte!”[/i] (don’t bother Google translating, everything is incorrect) And evidently, the hooded man couldn’t understand a word. “[i]Another[/i] new foreign language....” The man grumbled, pulling down his hood. It revealed the face of a man in his mid-twenties. He had a head of wild, restless black hair, a sharp, handsome face, and stunning emerald eyes. He also clearly hasn’t shaved in weeks. And he replied to the panicked resident with a big, bold: “ME NO UNDERSTAND-O!” However, that was [i]before[/i] seeing the panicked expression upon the man’s face. Then, it was all business, as the cloaked man’s demeanor became serious. He started analyzing the other man’s body language. He quickly managed to determine that there was some sort of villainous organization down the street, and they were doing what they did best. That was all he needed to know, as he, like the residents of the village, broke into a sprint; only in the opposite direction. Towards the danger. He eventually arrived at a street intersection. In the center of the plaza was a fountain, where civilians were being tied up in a circle. Filling up the plaza were dozens of people dressed in black. A lucky break for the cloaked man; he was dressed in black, as well. He pulled his hood back over his head, and began making his way through the crowd of wrongdoers, slowly and inconspicuously. He was headed towards the hostages. As he approached, the hostages looked to him with expressions of fear, but he made no move to explain to them that he was friendly. He only helped tie them up, until the other people dressed in black turned away to face each road, waiting for law enforcement. That was his chance. His right hand extended an index finger, from which a tiny yet brilliant emerald green flame appeared. He carefully used this flame to burn away the ropes that bound the hostages, but then put his hand up, signaling them to wait. He then threw off his cloak, revealing only one thing of importance; his left arm, a sleek, black, cybernetic one. His palm was extended towards one of the four roads that were attached to the plaza. All four exits were blocked by enemies, but that was about to change as the artificial veins in his cybernetic arm began to glow with orange light. After a mere second, a huge explosion occurred. It came from the cybernetic arm, as it blasted forth a hellish inferno of napalm towards the exit. It did its job, burning away the flesh and life from the enemies that served as a roadblock, leaving only their echoing screams. In that same instant, three other things happened. First, the one who launched the napalm yelled at the hostages: [i]“Běžte!”[/i] And they would all stand up and began sprinting towards the path that the man had opened up. Simultaneously, his eyes changed color to a deep amethyst hue. Huge flames that matched that color–amethyst–erupted from the man, expanding until the purple flames formed a massive sphere around him and the hostages. This was all in a single instant, as bullets began flying towards the shield of violet flames. But the flames seemed to serve as protection–the bullets all burnt up and disintegrated as they hit the flame shield, keeping those within it safe. They only continued to run, followed by the flame shield, until they were well away from the plaza. That was when the shield of purple flames shrunk to only cover the one who’d freed them, as he turned back towards the plaza.[spoiler]Enter however you see fit. Sorry if the post made absolutely no sense, I suck at RP’ing lol[/spoiler]