"What was that?" Mark inquired, startled by the eruption of the flames.
A lighter shouldn't do that, not even in 2053. It erupted like a flamethrower, scaring off the ants who had almost finished carrying all the corpses in the storage room.
"Whoo, was that your skill..." A voice reverberated through the broken door of the storeroom, followed by a sweaty Leo who had three tattered bags with him, two in hand, and the third on his back.
"Man, that was fast," Mark exclaimed, astonished at how quickly Leo returned. It had been less than twenty minutes since he left; but he showed up almost as quickly as he left, bags in hand—a sign he had successfully gotten what he wanted.
"Why are you sweating that much... Did you run a marathon or something?" Anne inquired, temporarily forgetting the shock and surprise she got from the lighter.
Their astonishment was to be expected, as even when Leo fought off numerous ants, he did not break a sweat.
