Désiré looked down at the small ball of flames on his hand for a moment before closing his fist, extinguishing the fire. "This is getting us nowhere," he sighed, looking at Luca. "We aren't growing here in this room. We need to go out and test out our powers against other people."
Luca looked around the room at the other men, waiting for their input.
"'e's not wrong," shrugged Ronan from where he was lying on his bed. Over top of his head was a black cloud of smoke weaving in and around itself like a dragon. None of them needed to touch the thing to know that it was dangerous, but they also didn't know exactly what it could do.
"So's, wadda we's do?" asked Max from where he was standing next to the window. The snow had been done for a few days now, and everything had already melted. "We's just gonna go out and fight de zombies?"
