The man had grabbed a market cart, ignited its produce and had begun chucking it at me. Unwilling to be delegated to a purely defensive position, I dodged behind a nearby stone statue.
Ripping off two sections of vine, I regrew them into wooden Kamas, or sickles as they are known in the farming community, with their handles made of the strong wooden vine material and the blades being made from long, curved thorns.
No more Mr. Nice Guy! I sprinted forward, wielding the Kamas in front of me, ready to slash. Igniting several bulbs of garlic, he tossed them at my face. Their natural oil making them highly flammable, they were like fist-sized fireballs flying at me. Slash! Slash! With two slashes, I redirected the garlic bulbs towards the nearby fountain.
A fountain! That's it! If there is one thing that can cool this hot-head down, it is a dunk in the fountain. Now with a plan in place, I slashed at his left, making him dodge to the right, just steps away from the fountain.
So close! With another few slashes I side-kick him into the fountain. Splash! Dripping from the fountain, the great Dragon looks more like a wet kitten, though his red-lit eyes glow with anger.
"You'll pay for that! I'll burn you until even your mother wouldn't recognize you!"
But its too late. I through my vines around him, tangling his hands around his body so he can not create fire in his palms without burning his skin. Now is a good time to see if I can get some answers.
"Who are you?"
"The Great Dragon."
I slap him across the face and tighten the vines, letting the thorns dig into his skin.
"What is your real name?"
With a groan, he responds, "F-U. My name is Bob."
"Hello, Bob. Now I'm going to ask you some questions and I want the truth."
"You D-k."
"Now, now. Play nice." I swing the vines in front of his face in warning.
I interrogate him for five more minutes, obtaining information such as why he attacked Lincoln and finally having him admit that he took ability-boosting drugs. He, like all the other boosted bad guys I'd fought off in the last year, had no more information about EMBER. They all received the drugs from a guy who knew a guy who knew a guy. Urghhhh!
So ensnared, I left him screaming curses at me. But I had heard them all before and he did not threaten me.
He is loud enough that the police will hear him from miles away. I go to the alley where I had hidden away my motorcycle and start the ignition. Not sparing Bob a second glance, I head home.