The flight of a flame

Chapter 5

After seeing Aura's power, and how she alone pushed my own power further than I ever thought to try. I'd push myself further, I'd train, we'd all train. We will get Fawks back. I only have 1 reason I'd kill. Only one rule one must obey. Lay a single finger on the fluffy feathers of Fawks, and I will murder you. So whoever was cruel enough do disobey my one rule, chose a slow, excruciatingly painful execution, perhaps burned by both my sick roasts and my pyrokinesis? What ever I do, I must train.

Training montage! Where we rise by Neoni is some nice montage music, just in case the video doesn't work, you can go to YouTube. It's not really a montage but who cares, I like the song.

I called my flame to me. It danced on my fingers, spreading like wildfire to my wrists, up my elbows, glideing to my shoulders, crawling up my wing, and tren deciding to spread to the rest of my back, creating a chestplate of Fire, making its way download my legs before all you could see was my head. It flew across my frizzy hair to my forehead, then delicately weaving together a mask of flames only I could see through.

I strut to the training area, find my pod, close the door, and shoot the smallest fireball. I turn to my left, flammable cactus. Explodes on impact, I throw one cactus, it catches flame instantly, exploding into a thousand pieces, stabbing all the practice dummies at least 30 times. Deadly.

The team breaks into uninterrupted practice, pushing speed, healing dying plants, testing the ability of disappearing. There was even a flight corse. I threw fireball after fireball, making them bigger, Faster, stronger. Then onto boxing, going harder, more unpredictable, but more coordinated. Then adding flames. Flight corse with moving land and sky opponents. Fighting with wings. Tight take-offs, drop-in landings. Evasion. Archery, though I was worse at that. Sword fighting, knife throwing, I was bad at those,too. Axe throwing, I was ok at. Axe fighting wasn't terrible. But we found a mini scythe, it was the best weapon ever held in man's five fingered hand.

Just got back from a 3 day camp trip.

"We need a cool crime fighting ass kicking group nameeee!!!!!" Was voiced through the always excited Gea, who, despite having had her arm broken and roughly healed was swinging off a pipe in the ceiling. "I've got a good one, how about 'the Minions' led by their fearless leader Gru." I pointed to Cameron and everyone laughed at the Minions joke, we even had volunteers, Gea was Bob, even though I have Heterochromia, not her, Janice is Bob's pet rat, Poochie, Aura was Stuart, and I became Kevin. Janice would be a better Kevin.

Soo I was bored 2 death that last part, just got back from a fun camp and got bored, I was going to spend another hour trying to find a good Crime fighting Ass kicking group name, but decided not to. Which is where the reader's input comes in 👍 now you have to find a cool name, not me!