[ Flames burned, licking at the air as he cruised around the bend of a cliff, the ocean waves lashing at the rocks below as he dipped down. With a small grunt of effort, he lowered his feet to hit the ground first, running as he skidded along the rocky beach, breathing heavily. ]

[ Ducking into a small alcove, he struggled for breath, spitting as salty spray assaulted his eyes and nose. He needed to keep moving, so with a sharp breath, he launched back into the air, jetting in a large arc through the sky, fat droplets of rain splattering on him like bullets, causing him to flinch slightly at how they stung. ]

[ Nearing the city, he dropped out of the sky, knowing fire wasn't exactly discreet in storms. Mud splashing his sneakers, he reached a small awning in an alley just on the edge of the city, running the gap between the treeline and his destination before almost collapsing under it, soaked to the bone as he groaned in frustration, still gasping. Not only had the mercenaries found and attacked him, and he'd barely gotten away, but they'd managed to glance him. Wincing, he eyed the small cut. It hurt a lot for something so nonthreatening, and he relaxed, having expected a much worse injury, but he found only a scratch. ]