The sudden rush of heat toward his skin flashes Matt back to the last time he was so close to a man on fire. Instinctively he reaches toward one of the twin curved scars on his chest, now hidden beneath his shirt, the other grabbing the front of John's jacket to pull him toward safety. Head cocked, he searches the inferno surrounding them for an exit, a thinner place where they might avoid serious burns...
Then his brow furrows, because there's something off about this fire. The faint hint of butane still lingers, but hardly enough to fuel this kind of blaze. And despite his certainty that the flames are close enough to burn if one of them moves the wrong way, they always stay just far enough away. ]
You mean like pyrokinesis or... [ He shakes his head. Matt knows there are things out there, people with abilities he barely understands. He's just never met any of them, so it's never seemed quite real. ] Magic's a pretty broad term.
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Then his brow furrows, because there's something off about this fire. The faint hint of butane still lingers, but hardly enough to fuel this kind of blaze. And despite his certainty that the flames are close enough to burn if one of them moves the wrong way, they always stay just far enough away. ]
You mean like pyrokinesis or... [ He shakes his head. Matt knows there are things out there, people with abilities he barely understands. He's just never met any of them, so it's never seemed quite real. ] Magic's a pretty broad term.