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Post by alley on Nov 30, 2015 4:58:20 GMT
Once Dante was off and on his way he still found himself thinking about her, her face and odd hair popping into his mind. Were he not who he was, if he was just a normal guy he would have asked her out l. If only.
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Post by Admin on Nov 30, 2015 5:42:13 GMT
Later that week Sarra was at her second job, a little indie cafe, when two men came in with black hoods to hold up the place for cash. One of her coworkers called the police in the back while she emptied the register.
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Post by alley on Nov 30, 2015 5:58:23 GMT
When he heard word over his radio of the small bank being robbed, Dante went to assist. He was faster than the cops it took him only a couple of minutes to arrive. His identity was well masked. He has honed his skills his entire life and considered himself a perfectionist. He controlled the element of flame and could use it in anyway he wanted. With his entire body engulfed in flame one could not identify him as Dante, yet he also didn't incinerate the floor he stood on, it had taken lots of practice. He came in through the front, no fear from whatever weapons they had or the numbers they may have possessed over him.
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Post by Admin on Nov 30, 2015 6:11:07 GMT
Sarra paused when the flaming man walked through the door and stayed frozen for a long, long moment. The robber noticed the direction of her attention and half turned, gun following the motion.
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Post by alley on Dec 31, 2015 21:10:47 GMT
The reaction was always the same, the stunned looks, the brief flicker of terror that would register in their eyes. Normally it would take these low lives a couple of minutes to gather themselves and begin to make good on their threats against the hostages. In that time he had half of them on the floor completely out cold. Dante had perfect control could melt bullets with his eyes, and burn holes in the sternum of a human, yet didn't burn anyone or anything-- that he didn't want to.
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Post by Admin on Dec 31, 2015 21:19:04 GMT
Sarra watched with growing curiosity, not particularly afraid. Constant exposure to these types of events tended to dull the reactions over time. She was a little startled when the bad guys started dropping and her eyes couldn't track the movement, let alone how it happened. And oddly, the man on fire wasn't burning anything. She would have expected everything he touched or got near to be on fire. Lord knows there was plenty of wood and flammable things around.
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