Damn it's hot

The flames Licked around him surely this is what hell would look like. The people were screaming, pushing one another out of the way in their scramble for the door. They sickened him, no compassion for their fellows. They would wade through their neighbors blood if it meant safety. So be it he would have to pick up those who were thrown to the floor those who could not save them selves. One old man fell unable to stand the heat. Alec scooped him up like a small child, so weak. Another man fell futilely fighting the flames. Both were taken from the building, both were saved from their earned fate.

His friends tended to the flames themselves. Together they quashed the flames before they could spread very far. Suddenly Two flaming skulls burst through the windows howling their doom. An escaping couple were caught in their path. The man was struck and crumpled to the ground, his lady stooped down and wept. Pathetic. The halfling Sorcerers scorched the skulls from this plane. Seraphan ran to the man an healed his burnt frame, an then he an his "beloved" limped from the building.

From there it was easy to stomp the rest of the flames from the building. The people of the town were begrudgingly grateful. Worms! They would all have been dead long before know if not for the actions of him and his friends. They could keep their thanks and their contempt. He only wished to cleanse this town of it's taint. Not for them but for lady Lorane. She was a flower growing amongst this swamp of decay.