"Don't stand so close to the door." I had moved away from it myself because it was warm and it still pissed me off. Val was waiting for it to cool down to try the handle, but he was too close to it, I warned him out of a sense the door was dangerous because I apparently can tell the future.
"Why planning on making it even more super heated? Perhaps set me on fire while you are it trapping us more in here than we already are?" Valrym was not letting it go, I tell you some people don't understand clear mistakes. Those people also don't understand how even though you don't apologize, you clearly feel bad. Even though you never say you feel bad, and in fact do the opposite. People should just know that even though I show no signs of contrition I feel it, somewhere, maybe around my butt, but its there in a place I like to not think about. See I'm very contrite.
Anyway shortly after Val was an idiot the door exploded. Like literally exploded. I recall looking down at my hands thinking that my fire magic had evolved after all these years into being able to transfer kinetic energy into things (and how awesome would that power be? totally awesome) but alas no as the dust cleared I could see the kidnappers standing there in the smoke guns raised. Valrym was blown with the door to the other side of the room he was still breathing but in bad shape.
"Who am I going to kill for that little stunt?" They had guns and explosives, I had a shotgun and fading magical ability. They were so screwed! Not really, but you know I like to think of myself highly!
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