Bash felt it as soon as it appeared, the warmth in his chest. At first he thought he might be imagining it, that it couldn’t be there, but it was, just a spark, a whisper of the fire that normally blazed there, but it was something and it seemed to spread heat slowly but surely through his body. His occasional shivers stopped after a few minutes and it was there, back somehow, or at least part of it. Almost immediately, Bash tried to make fire, pull from that ember inside him to the palm of his hand. The first three times it was nothing more than a quick spark, a flash like lighting a match and having it extiniguished. The fourth time it was a fireball that caught him off guard with it’s size and intensity that he immediately directed out into the hallway. Someone screamed as the blaze went towards them and Bash grinned. He hadn’t had so little control over his powers in years but he wasn’t going to waste this opportunity.
Moving into the hallway and basking in the flames for a moment, he just let himself enjoy the heat of it and the carnage he knew the fire could wreak. He hoped to burn a lot of this place before the night was up. Moving with purpose, he was trying to think where he should start, the fire still going behind him, when he saw someone headed towards him. “Wanna watch this place burn?” Maybe it was the return of the fire that had him being so uncharacteristically generous but he felt better than he had in years. Besides, he assumed most people hated this place like him and if they’d gotten their powers back, maybe they’d help him wreck it.
