Lilo felt a tight squeeze on his hand.
It was Lemon. She was terrified. Scared her sister would suffer the fate of the other deaths she had witnessed.
The trauma of the recent chaos had already burned her memory, making her relive the nightmares would only cripple her even more.
Lilo reached up to Lemon's height - he had to lean on his tippy toes - with his hand and covered her eyes.
Streams of fire erupted in rapid terrifying bursts.
Lilo's eyes gleamed with each streak of orange light. It was just as colossal as the being it came out of.
If it wasn't a deadly flame thrower that was about to scorch his cohort, he would have found it beautiful.
Like an aurora of fire works.
He held his breath as Pop dodged each attempt on their lives with frantic maneuvers.
Each furry breath that he escaped was starting to nick his clothing, leaving burnt marks and smoldering burn on their skin.
