Not technically accurate- the entire city wasn’t on fire, only select parts of it. And most of it wasn’t really fire, exactly, but there was an awful lot of smoke and flashing lights, people screaming and sirens wailing, so even if it wasn’t a fire it was certain that there was some sort of calamity happening. At the center of all that destruction and mayhem was about fifty pounds of rage in a five pound sack.
Forte was out of his cage again.
At the moment it was impossible to tell if this was one part of a multi-step plot from Wily, a simple diversion in a different plot, or Forte had taken it upon himself to do some rezoning. What was clear was that unless a certain blue bomber showed up Forte was perfectly content to continue hurling cars into the sides of building and cackling.
No, it wasn’t the most subtle of challenges, but Rock had long since proven he wasn’t willing to meet Forte head to head on his own. Forte wasn’t enough of a threat on his own, and it was disgraceful and pathetic but if the only way to lure MegaMan out was to rack up a few human casualties then Forte would do it.