"Ignus, bare with the cold." Ignus was unsure of what Walker meant. He just knew that Walker was extremely angry. It was easy to see, but unexpected. From what Ignus had seen, Walker was calm headed and balanced.
"Walker, don't force yourself to deal with this. The elves-"
"Alma, you have burns on your arms from the trees here. Gil will be unhappy if you don't heal up quickly. Have your enforcers help you. I will handle this while you rest." Walker's words seemed sweet, yet they had a dark lining.
The mana condensed quickly around Walker. He considered attacking and defeating the flame king while the coyote would have to be handled differently, but looking at the attendants picking themselves up caused Walker to change his thinking.
