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The fire dart zoomed past Max and on its trajectory towards Calleus. It was so fast that he was barely able to bring up his left arm in defense of his body. The dart splashed onto Calleus' let arm and side. The fire had no real mass, and did not cause Calleus to get pushed back. That was not the purpose of the dart; its purpose was to ignite it's target a flame. A most painful death.

The fire instantly ignited the clothes on Calleus' arm and torso. He let out a scream as he felt the pain bloom across a larg portion of his upper body. The heat seemed to deafen the world around Calleus, it was like nothing else in the world mattered and the searing pain demanded his full attention. Less than a second of burning occurred before Calleus was able to recoup his mind from the shock. He threw himself to the ground and began to roll in an attempt to smother the flames. As soon as he did the fire winked out unnaturally. The pain is gone. He thought wonderingly as he collapsed on the ground.

He closed his eyes for a moment, the sea of sleep beckoned to him, he was so very tired. Max's voice shot adrenaline through him as he remembered what had cause this sudden chain of events. Calleus opened his eyes, it was like someone had snapped them back like rubber bands. "Keep him alive, get..." He had to pause for a second as his eyes saw the burnt horror that was the left side of his torso and arm. The blacked clothing now clung to his skin like some form fitting armor. Cracks darted across it and through them you could see bright red because the muscles of his arm shown through. That should hurt, that should really hurt.

Medics fumbled around him. The noise they made only seemed to reach Calleus with dull tones, like someone had placed cotton in his ears. He laid back, his eyes remained locked on the ceiling. Why doesn't it hurt? That was the last thing before darkness claimed him into the land of unconsciousness.