His hand gently brushed across the fur, it was still fluffy as the ash wafted out of it into a cloud around him. Very gently and carefully, Ryan brushed Fyr's fur clean. Fyr didn't like being dirty. His hands were suprisingly steady for his state as he scooped Fyre up onto his arms. Very gently holding the ball against him and pressing his face into the fluff. "I'm sorry" He whispered, ignoring steam rolling off his eyes. He lifted Fyr's chin to lightly press his nose against the old pups, to no reaction. His huge arms cradled the little ball as one would hold a newborn baby. On his knees the man lightly rocked back and forth where he sat, whole body shaking as his crying roar echoed around him. The large man couldn't see for the could of steam over his eyes, but he didn't need to. All he needed right now was to let it out. At times he could swear his wasn't the only wailing, that another voice beside him was just as heartbroken at the sight in his arms. As the large man's mind started to work once again, his head tilted so slightly to his right, to the viper woman kneeling beside him. Her hand running through the fur amidst quiet sobs. Beyond her he could see the large silhouette of a figure carrying a stick. As much as he wanted to resist, his muscles tightened; his hands gripping the fur instinctively as he growled angrily at Annwn. He could have reached Fyre in time if only the barrier was down. He could have saved him. Annwn wouldn't let him. To Ryan's mind at this very moment, Annwn killed Fyre. And he was ready to rip the pokemon limb from limb. But as the thought crossed his mind, the pain and fear of losing him too hurt too much for the large man to move. He felt betrayed, as if by his own child he'd raised and taught. Annwn's paw lowered and offered him a warped piece of red hot metal. Hand shaking, Ryan's hand lowered Fyre's bottom onto his leg to release it and reach out. Shaking, the vagrant took the piece of metal and turned it over as it scalded his skin. The embossing on the back was partially faded and difficult to read. '_/sand^e |a|s'
He stared at it for a couple seconds as it felt as if his blood was boiling beneath the surface. The vagrants head raised to look into Annwn's eyes and his lip curled in a snarl. Lysandre. If Lysandre wasn't being a fucking dick, he wouldn't be here. If Ryan had not come, Fyre would be fine. Unconciously, the vagrant had begun snarling quite loudly, his vocal chords vibrating as he broke out into a formidable yell that shook the ash around him. His fingers were constricting on the burnt, warped and sharp shard of metal. It was not sharp enough to break his by-now calloused skin. Everything went red for the large man, even the droplets falling from the chunk of metal. His grip tightened constantly, and when he finally turned to look at Chuey he could easily see the sweat beading down her forehead and neck. She'd moved a little distance away, sweating and crying, unable to reach out and touch Fyre for the sheer heat of the air around the vagrant. He looked back at the shard of metal from Lysandre labs in his hand. Holding his hand palm up away from Fyre, he slowly tilted his fist, and watched as the liquid poured out of his grip into a puddle of molten steel on the ground. He could feel his clothes fraying and starting to burn with simply the ambient heat, despite his not concentrating on them.
In a brief moment of sanity, the vagrant gently laid Fyre down upon the ground. The two steps he took backward launched him from kneeling to standing as if collapsing to his knees in reverse. The stones outside Geosenge city shook slightly and passed huge bolts of lightning between each other. Another step backward. He could feel his finger bones snapping as it felt like each one was growing another knuckle. Looking down at his hands in the red light of the world, the vagrant noticed that only his slacks and trenchcoat seemed unharmed by the heat pulsating off him. Fire had erupted from his back and through the trenchcoat, flames tracing the tattoo on his back. The vagrant could feel horns growing along the top of his skull and directly out the back, the slight tingle of an electrical charge flowing along them, and the occasional discharge from his horns to his back when he turned his head the right way. So hot was his blood that in the few places he cared to look at his own skin, the vagrant could see light shining through his skin from his veins. As Ryan finally looked away from himself and toward the civilians near to him, he could see a strange colour he'd never seen before. A ghostly echo of the person at the core of each of them. A strange and beautiful colour that shone out from the menhirs and the giant crystalline flower. He did not look at Fyre, instead his head turned northward, toward the target of his fury.
As the furious vagrant marched northward, his footfalls shifted from sinking into ash to pressing his weight upon strangely brittle burnt objects. He felt them crunch underfoot. In places he knew what it was he stood upon, and the repurcussions were a concept he did not care to think on. Perhaps he couldn't think of it in his state of mind. He didn't linger on it, the path he tread was not as important as his destination ahead, a pile of stones that had been erected north of the city in the past couple weeks. An arrangement of rocks as big as those from Menhir trail, but strange and foreign, brought from somewhere else. Gripping one stone upon its side he heaved at it, A sound of creaking and ripping metal echoed from around his feet as he tore the secret door off its rail to unveil the solid steel elevator doors beyond it. 'FLARE MONITOR STATION' was emblazoned across the pristine steel door. The font reminded him briefly of Lysandre Labs. His fingertips were not callous enough to form a grip on the surface in order to pull it open. Applying all his force to the seperator, the monster couldn't push it aside. Eyes scrunched he stepped back and roared at it a moment, before slamming his bare palms into it and focusing all his efforts on his fingertips. A slow process, but he could feel the metal melting around his hands as he pushed in, his weight and the heat of his fury buckling the door eventually. The monster strode into the small chamber, ripping the broken and warped metal in with him.
He didn't press anything, the elevator simply began its path downward. "Look at yourself Ryan" Lysandre's voice crackled through a speaker he could not see. "What the fuck happened to you? Have you been exposed too long to the energy of the Ultimate weapon?" He looked at a small glass window that protected a tiny camera. At this point the vagrant didn't care, let Lysandre watch him. "The ultimate weapon's flower has finally bloomed above the soil. Don't you find its beauty captivating?" The vagrant wasn't only glaring, piece by piece he ripped fist sized chunks of metal off the door that rode down with him. "As we speak, it draws its energy from the Legendary Pokémon." After what felt like 3 floors, the vagrant found wires in his plaything and began tearing out bundles of them. "Though I suppose in your state it could draw from you just as easily couldn't it?" A slight chuckle was near indistinguishable from the static, but the vagrant didn't care. At this point he'd pulled free all the loose wiring and had begun salvaging the few computer chips contained within and the hydraulics that pull the door open. "Ryan, I apologize that I have been forced to do this. But conflicting egos drive this world-things don't always go the way you want!" He finished gutting the door and began pressing the husk into as small a form as he could, crushing the super-heated metal between his hands and forging a small plate of dense steel. "And as much as I wish I could face you, I don't think that's a good idea. So I bid you Adieu old friend." A short buzzer sounded and the chamber he found himself in began to freefall. Gathering up the material's he'd gathered, the monster's fire coated arm slammed into the exposed wall and the roof of the capsule melted around him as it continued to plummet.
With a low growl, it began to slowly climb down the inner wall of the elevator chute, the crash of the capsule at the base of the shaft did not shake the monster. His feet smashed the wall open in points, making easy handholds for his journey downward, the attempt on his life only strengthening the heat of his flames. Or perhaps it was his growing proximity to the root of the ultimate weapon. It did not matter. The lights had begun to flicker where they were present, an electrical charge leaping from his arms into the system beyond the wall as the fire destroyed a path downward. The room at the only low opening to the shaft was a brilliant white and perfectly clean. Rows of desks held a huge number of monitors that showed footage from all over Kalos, as well as many depicting graphs of incoming data measuring various things to do with, he assumed, the power of the weapon. Nestled and framed atop a small platform, with every line of architecture in the room drawing ones eye to it, stood an enormous screen. It showed only one thing, A large dark room with a machine in the center that was hooked up to huge black cords. In the center of this machine sat a black and red egg as tall as the Monster. And beside the machine, smiling and waving to the camera, stood Lysandre. The monster too grinned, moving about the room and ripping apart the many computers and seemingly harvesting various things from them; chips, motherboards, glass, Ram, fans, and most importantly; lots and lots of metal.