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A second order came, being yelled across and superposed by the carnage in front of him. Jared had no idea if the information contained in it was anywhere near the truth, but in any case the worst thing that could happen is that one gnome would be slain prior to some others.

But: How to get there ? The problem weren't the remaining... eight ?... gnomes or whatever they were surrouding the key figure in the center, but the fact that they had become engulfed by flames once again. Jared knew that large parts of his body were clad in strange metal, he had also learned enough about the properties of his father's armor to expect that it wouldn't incinerate like a woolen cloth drenched in oil, but still: Going in there ? That was no option. The one throwing these fiery devices probably wasn't aware that, while causing a lot of effect himself, he also forced others to disengage and not longer to contribute to the combined effort.

The not-yet-hunter didn't see any other option but to stand back and wait until the worst of the fire had burned out. The stench of burned flesh was one of the worst one could experience, and so far Jared had only experienced it when being too impatient with his cookery - and then only in the most extreme cases. He tried to concentrate on the smell of his face mask, to imagine that the combination of black fabric and leather would act as some sort of filter to keep out the smoke. Of course it was a somewhat unrealistic thought.

Then it was time. Only small flames were left and he'd be able to run over them quickly. Jared focused on the creature that previously had been called the 'linch pin' and charged forward. He ignored the gnomes around it (as far as one could assume them to be still alive) and tried one of tricks he had learned in his youth: Jump and put one's boot forward, targeting the victim's throat with the sole's edge.

Unfortunately though Jared partially bodged it, hitting the target area not with the heel but with a more forward part of the foot instead. The major part of his immense weight hit the mud and not the flesh, yet the remainder was sufficient to... let's say yank the linch pin's head out of proper alignment... and catapulting the still living creature out of the crowd. And so did Jared with himself, evacuating the area before the remaining gnomes or the transforming human could grab a hold of him [i]or[/i] another flame bomb would detonate and incinerate him.