“Are you suggesting I leave the murderer of my family alone with you?”
Touya ignored the angry cry from Miles. He understood what the man wanted, but he wasn't going to let him just kill April either. She hadn't done those things willingly. Touya didn't care if Miles hated him for it, the man could take his anger out on the Therian if he so wished. However, he would not lay a hand on the woman in his arms. With his eyes shut he didn't know that Miles had lunged forward, but felt something jar both him and April. The man must have hit April's metal bracers, because Touya hadn't felt anything connect with his own.
“This better work,” Miles ground through the pouring rain. Touya huffed in response as his magic poured out of him. Slowly, he began to feel light headed as he worked to heal her. His eyes had opened once he felt the jarring impact, and the icy blue color was narrowed as he watched the man. However, his slight anger was pushed aside as he felt his body starting to give out from the excess energy loss.
It didn't help that April's body was twisting and jerking in his hold. Her voice was the most painful thing to hear. The screaming was devastating to Touya as he held her tightly, trying to keep her from hurting him and herself. It was some time before her body slowly relaxed in his hold and Touya stumbled backwards slightly. His back hit the wall of the observation deck where the two had been standing, the wood creaking behind him. The Therian slid down it slowly, with April leaning heavily into him. Her voice reached his ears, her soft voice tired and slow.
“Touya… I finally... found you…”
Touya leaned his head downwards, putting his face into her soaking hair. He sat there with her there for a long while, trying to regain his own energy after having spent so much of it on her. He was dizzy and felt sick to his stomach. Touya wasn't sure if she was still awake or not as he reached up and stroked her hair, his breath was hot against her hair, creating a bit of steam. There was a slight shaking that worked its way through his body, though he wasn't sure if that was because of the cold rain or because of his relief at having her with him again. He was willing to bet on the latter though, as cold didn't seem to bother him all that much.
"I've been looking for you too," he whispered to her, "I'm so happy that you're here," looking up to Miles he sighed, a release of tension was what it really was, "We should get going, she needs to be tended to. Reginald is the only one who can take care of her in this city. Anywhere else is too dangerous."
“I’m fine thank you. I much prefer the view up here anyway,” her voice held a teasing hit to it and Damea grinned at her in return. He liked this woman already, even more so as they continued to speak to each other.
His sharp gaze caught the woman tossing something down at him. Damea caught it deftly and looked at whatever it was she'd thrown at him. It was a box of matches and he turned his gaze back up towards the pretty woman, lifting an eyebrow. Now what exactly did she wish for him to do with that? Surely she didn't want him to start playing with his fire.
“My colleague here says you have potential, but I think you look like a simple street entertainer. How about this, you show me what you’re capable of and I let you lay one clean punch on Reginald here.”
"Street entertainer," Damea echoed back up to her, his lips twisting into a bigger grin as he watched her. Slowly he shifted his body and he put his hand on his hip as he played with the box of matches in the other. Yes, he did like this woman, especially with the offer she just presented to him.
"You're offer is... highly tempting," he cooed and flicked his gaze downwards at the tiny box he held, "So, all I have to do is show you what I can do, and then I get to take out all of my frustrations in a single punch on Reginald. My my, what will I ever do," he chuckled to himself, though the laugh held more of an evil tone to it than an amused one. Tossing the box up wards and catching it again he opened it and pulled a single stick free and eyed it carefully. At the back of his mind he wondered if this was truly a good idea, but then what could it hurt? Being free to strike Reginald as he'd been daydreaming over lately would be most satisfying. Of course... if that was is she even let him. She may be just tempting him.
Turning his eyes upwards he watched her for a while longer before giving a partial shrug. What could he lose? Not getting the opportunity to hit the doctor square in the jaw? Well, that was sure to happen at some point, so even if he couldn't after he showed the woman his fire magic all was still well. Reginald's time for punishment would come, all Damea had to do was be patient. So he struck the match against the box and watched the tiny flame come to life. Taking a deep breath he concentrated on the burning flame. The last thing he wanted to do was to burn down the entire institution. He let the fire burn down to his fingers and once it touched his skin, he manipulated it to cover his hand and slowly worked it up his arm to his shoulder. He stopped it there and pocketed the match box to ignite his other hand and arm.
Damea worked slowly, his breathing steady and rythmetic as he concentrated. Directing the flames downwards, Damea worked the fire outwards around his feet in a circular pattern. Soon, Reginald's flooring was nothing but fire symbols that curved their way along the floor. The mercenary would have worked the fire further but he felt something snap and he could immediately feel his control over it slipping from him and alarmingly quick. Damea's confidence fell rapidly and the fires began to spread more than he wanted them too, starting to lick up the walls and actually ignite things that he hand not intended to have up in flames. Grinding his teeth, Damea pushed himself to pull the fire back to him so that he could extinguish it. For the most part, he succeeded, but for the things that had already been lit on fire, he could do nothing for.
With his energy sapped from him by the shear amount of force it took to control his fire and bring it back to him, he dropped to one knee, his fist hitting the ground to keep him steady. Damea's chest heaved slightly as he finished putting out the last of his magical flames. Leaning over the knee of his other leg, he rested his arm atop it and took slow breaths to try to steady himself. After a moment he finally looked up at the beautiful red haired woman.
"This is why I don't use it," he huffed out wearily.