They shouldn't have met again
It was a particularly scorching day today. The air was thick with heat, and each inhale felt like one was swallowing fire. Or perhaps it was just Ezra. He saw a few wayfarers in passing who seemed chipper and oblivious to the extreme heat, and, well.. the past while, Ezra had been avoiding going out during the day. His face and neck were still bruised from his encounter with the descendant of that one Chief he cursed thousands of years ago, and since that day he's been particularly sensitive to sunlight. Being in the light too long caused migraines, so he'd been taking shelter in his shop most days (and, if a day was pretty bad, he'd even close shop for the day and hide in his "basement").
Sure, he could get it healed up in a jiffy - but that required that he use up some of his precious life force that he's gained over the years. He'd rather be patient and let such small wounds heal naturally than use up some of his "immortality" reserves. This was just... taking a long time to heal.
Unfortunately for the magic man, he ran out of one of his most vital supplies for curses. He wouldn't be able to find it at night, so... he pulled on his cloak and mask and headed out. It was while he was looking for it that he realized just how scorching the heat of the sun was, and how bright the rays were. His eyes, though protected by the mask, stung, and his head throbbed, and he panted lightly behind his mask. What a horrible day to have to go out.
He generally stuck to the shadows of whatever ruins he passed, but... they got more and more scarce the further out of the sunken city he traveled. He finally decided to rest in the shade of one to catch his breath. However, as he leaned against this tall structure, he... misjudged its stability. As soon as he put his weight against it, the wall collapsed beneath him. With a yelp, he fell back - right under the rest of the collapsing wall.
For just a single moment, time slowed in his perception - he stared up past the tumbling stones and to the accursed sun above him, and wondered to himself if this were karma. But just as the thought hit him, he released a soft laugh - no, if it were karma, it would have hit him a long, long time ago - and time continued normally. Another loud cry rang out as he was slammed into the ground below, and crumbling slab of stone upon crumbling slab of stone fell atop him.
Once all went silent and the dust settled, the wall finally completely floored, all that could be seen of the magic man was his upper torso and head, one arm sprawled to the side while the other remained under the rubble. His mask was askew, showing his agape mouth; the man was out cold.
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