Darth Ferus
Wanderer
He would keep quiet as he toyed with the flame. Similar to how he learned Earth before, he zoned, [member="Asteria deWinter"] 's presence slowly fading from his mind. His armor itself was actually heat resistant, so he let the flame spread, engulfing much of his form. A sinister grin formed on his face as he became a burning man. How ironic that fire was what broke him, caused him to fall to the Sith. And yet here he was, engulfed in the very thing.
His hand would move, pointing towards the ocean as he focused the flame in his palm. The enormous flame that once covered him slowly leached away, crawling to the point he wanted it two. He worked with his flame, feeding it, keeping it alive. In turn it listened, moving where he willed. Once in his palm he would build up the flame and the Force, swirling the two until he simply let go. A fireball, though small, burst forth from his palm, launching across the water itself and out of sight. A flickering flame remained on his arm, slowly building itself back up, but it seemed to be drained from the expulsion.
Without a word Ferus turned his gaze back to Lady deWinter, blinking slow. So this was the power of Fire. This was something he liked.
His hand would move, pointing towards the ocean as he focused the flame in his palm. The enormous flame that once covered him slowly leached away, crawling to the point he wanted it two. He worked with his flame, feeding it, keeping it alive. In turn it listened, moving where he willed. Once in his palm he would build up the flame and the Force, swirling the two until he simply let go. A fireball, though small, burst forth from his palm, launching across the water itself and out of sight. A flickering flame remained on his arm, slowly building itself back up, but it seemed to be drained from the expulsion.
Without a word Ferus turned his gaze back to Lady deWinter, blinking slow. So this was the power of Fire. This was something he liked.