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Fantastic. "Make it look good Ulmo, that was the plan. Well there goes the plan." That nagging voice in the back of his head just wouldn't give him a break today. "There's never been any trust brother. The most we could hope for is a spot in the hierarchy when the king's dead." He grinned, a cocky half smile that reaffirmed the title he'd been granted since the day he stepped into the palace, the wildcard son. "It's painfully obvious to me now that you're just to blind to see it." He loosed a large ring of fire, just above their heads that started the walls of the chamber into ruin, stone and steel crumbling from their very foundations. the room was coming down around them, a less elegant plan than he had wanted, but Ulmo took it. "As much as you've trained and as hard as you try, you still can't beat me. War brings out a feral side to everything. A rush that you never forget. But it changes you. I hope for your sake, Askel, that you never have to experience it." With those last words, Ulmo's right hand shot to the ceiling, a wreath of flame incinerating the ceiling and causing a massive hole in the floor of the court. His left loosed a wall of flame at Askel, an uncontrollable blaze meant merely to buy him time. As the blaze rushed forward, he grabbed Hayley's arm, super-heated the area below them, and used the pressure to launch them through the hole. "Run girl!" He yelled at Hayley, draping Ezreal's other arm over his shoulders and helping her carry him.