[ Loki is fuel and he goes up in a wild furore of flames, violently licking at his skin and hair and clothes before Stephen drops down and casts something (oh, there goes the air but it's alright because Loki doesn't need it) and the furious fire gutters.
He drops to the grass and rolls from side to side, smacking at himself to try and put it out. The lack of oxygen definitely reduces the flames but they cling to him like orange leeches, flashing higher wherever he burns fastest, anguished screams filling the glade of hearts. ]
Help, help!
[ At least the rolling is helping too, on top of Stephen's spell. ]
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He drops to the grass and rolls from side to side, smacking at himself to try and put it out. The lack of oxygen definitely reduces the flames but they cling to him like orange leeches, flashing higher wherever he burns fastest, anguished screams filling the glade of hearts. ]
Help, help!
[ At least the rolling is helping too, on top of Stephen's spell. ]