#e:revolution

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[steelvengeance]

Hook stood at the foot of where the plains and forest met, the trees standing proudly and guarding the inhabitants within, more rebels inevitably garrisoned within. 

Leading a small crew of men, including some prisoners shackled in confined cages, prisoners that he would deal with later. He held a torch in his hand, wind blowing in the direction he needed and the weather conditions dry enough for him to do what he planned to do. Men lining up by the trees, dousing the wood in oil, soaking into the natural fibres, practically hearing the island screaming in the inevitable destruction that was going to follow. The main source of fighting raged on elsewhere, closer to port, they were unexpectedly further in land and Hook had barely showed his face in the fighting. He had other plans for the time being.

With a light flick of his hook, the men tossed lit matches and lanterns and torches to the wood, setting the front alight, already raging and angrily tearing upwards into the leaves and incinerating branches in its wake. Not before long the forefront of the forest was crackling with angry fire beginning to trail towards the parts further in. Almost hearing the screams of rebels within the heat, fire searing their skin, breathing heat into their lungs, nothing but chaos around them. He would have to thank Tinkerbell later.

Before Hook threw his own torch into the already raging inferno he turned, feeling a gaze boring into him, expectantly waiting for whoever it was to speak up.