[b][color=red]Sable Rhodroth.[/color][/b]

Even in his anger he felt himself come to a complete stand still. Like before, his scarf had turn black and inky, painted over by the curse afflicting the others. The dank village became a gray zone once Gwen's request had reached his ears. She hadn't known the fucked up truth that followed the magic, so he couldn't blame her for the suggestion but still, he had never felt so much rage that it literally transformed into sorrow. 

He took a single step back before turning to face her, though he couldn't help seeing the shadowed faces of his parents sneering behind her. As imaginary as it was, the flames that erupted off of him rose over the buildings with a star-like presence--here one second then gone the next.

"Fuck you, Gwen. [i]Never[/i] ask me to do that again," he muttered. "I can bring the bastard back alive with my Dragon Slaying. I won't rely on that other piece of shit magic I have." Fire roared around him and embers flickers off like orange fireflies.