See Chapter 1 for the disclaimer and general info.

Writers: Trace then Me

Kindrellvar heard "Fire!" and jerked before the drink splashed over his head, throwing part of the fire onto the bar which lit up and ran down the length of the bar and around the counter looking as if it was lighting up a path. He watched it, purple drink dripping off his head, as the fire spark from the counter and jumped on to the wall and up the wall.

Suddenly tons of shouting broke out and every one went running toward the fire as it jumped from the wall to the curtains that were hanging around the frame of the room for decorations. "Shit." He said slowly, staring at the fire following it as it rounded the room, not even registering that he could put it out with craft. He was to engrossed in the amazement of it all.

The workers in the bar and hotel came running with water and craft flying to put the fire out, chaos all around them as people jumped up and ran out to get to safety and others ran in toward the room that was now ablaze and spreading quicker. "Well," he stood up, "Time for us to leave." He watched as they finally got the fire under control and than put it out.

All twenty of the people that were helping with controlling the blaze turned furious eyes on the two of them. Kindrellvar glanced around and than looked at Raith. "Time to leave?" He grabbed the drink on the counter and waved, backing up toward the door. "Well, it was nice meeting you folks." He ran into one of the bouncers as he jerked the two of them up by the scruff of their necks and threw one through the door and the other out the window into the pool.

"AND STAY OUT!!" The rest of the crowd gathered around the bouncer, some with their hands on their hips, others screaming obscenities and throwing middle fingers around. "Get them." One shouted, as they charged, Jewels blazing and fists raised.

"RUN!!" Kin took off running, hoping Raith could swim.

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Kin jerked, fire flew, the bar lit up and Raith grinned, pleased as punch that he had put his mates hair out.
"FIRE!" yelled the bar maid again, trying to damp it down with Craft.

Raith grinned, "OK!" He said knowing that Protocol dictated that unless the request was unreasonable a Warlord Prince always had to consider pleasing a female and if the nice barmaid, who had provided such wonderful drinks, wanted fire he could do fire.

The sparklers exploded.

Followed by everything over 40 proof on the back of the bar.

He nudged Kin, "Hey I made a bomb in your drink."
But Kin was already stood up, so where Kin was before wasn't where Kin was now and Raith's elbow passed threw the air, over balancing him.
He let out a strangled noise and followed his arm off the stool and onto the floor.

OK be cool, he thought to himself, unaware that he was muttering out loud, not that anyone was observing him, having other things on their minds.

Raith jumped up, gave an unnoticing crowd a smile which said 'I didn't do that!' and looked at the bar.

"Woa...who set the bar alight? HEY our drinks survived!"

Then Kin was saying something about leaving, which Raith decided was a good idea, seen as their appeared to be no alcohol left anyway.

"To TACEA!" He declared grabbing the remaining drink off the bar and preparing to down it.

The next thing the Warlord Prince knew was he was being jerked up by the collar and was flying; he had a brief image of glass and then a distinct impression of wet.

He rose, spluttering out the pool, like some coughing leviathan from the deep, to look balefully at the now mean looking crowd approaching.
Mean for a bunch of sunkissed, bikini wearing, holiday makers. Holiday makers who had just had a good chunk of their alcohol destroyed. So that was pretty mean then.

A glass came flying out from with in the crowd, a first move, most of them had seen the Black jewels hanging round the guys necks and were still wary of taking them on no matter how pissed they were.
Raith's hand shot out, unerringly catching it before it smacked into his head and blinked at it, tilting the glass to his mouth in a vain hope before looking soggily at the amassed Blood.

"You could have at least thrown a full one!" He shouted at them, unaware of the raising tempers and spiralling Jewel strength.

Kin came hurtling passed then, arms pumping and wings back like he was fleeing a pack of hell hounds that hadn't eaten in a month screaming 'RUN' at the top of his lung. He was swiftly followed by a bunch of holidayers, brandishing weapons and fists.

"That looks bad." Said Raith before he looked down, "And why am I in a pool?"

He turned away from the people at the edge, who had now decided at least this one really was way too pissed to be a danger and were beginning to jump in to smack him one, and held his hands in front of him.
One sharp parting movement separated the water in front of him, incidentally swamping his would be attackers with it wake, and he strode to the edge of the pool.

A swift hop up over the edge and a brief sprint after the group following Kin caught Raith up to everyone, who had come to a loose stand still around the landing web where the Eryien was waiting.

He tapped one of them on the shoulder, a Warlord wearing the Green.
"What we doing?"
"That man and his friend just destroyed the Isle!" He declared angrily.
Raith nodded, yeah that sounded serious. He tried to look over the crowd to see who could manage that heinous crime and smiled when he recognised him.
"HEY KIN!" he hollered, pushing his way through the people, muttering apologies as he did, "HEY!!!"
Reaching the Warlord Prince he grinned and turned back towards the gathered masses, raising both hands in a placiditing gesture.

"It's ok folks I know this man!" He said, like that meant everything, before there was a sharp tug from behind and Kin vanished them both onto the Black Wind.