"Open up! Plea-"
The armored door turned white-hot, then liquefied within a split second and because of the lack of resistance, the man on the other side lost his balance as he swung his axe down. He toppled over, squealing as the molten metal engulfed him whole.
From a distance, it looked as if a running man had collided with a white sheet hanging on a drying line. The reality was far more painful.
With a snap of his finger, Jake rescued him from the molten metal before the consequences became irreversible, reforming a white-hot sphere over his open palm. The man shook his blistered head in all directions with a bewildered look, then tried to formulate something to no avail.
Jake didn't have much time to pay attention to him anyway because that was the moment the ceiling chose to collapse on them. Throwing the molten metal sphere into a corner, he raised his arms up urgently to restrain the entire ceiling with his telekinesis.
