Expensive Mistakes

Kamilo, an arrogant adolescent, was not easily intimidated by a little crossbow, especially one made of something as flammable as wood. As soon as the weapon was drawn, Kamilo dropped into a low and elastic stance, wild flames erupting from his palms. Small fireballs such as these were his go-to for defensive tactics because they were fairly easy to control despite his lack of power or experience. Even small amounts of fire could cause damage, or even just scare off an opponent that doesn't want to play with a fire mage.

"Ay, what are you trying to pull!" the kitsune cried. What a weird evening, to go from trying to relax to being threatened over a campfire! What was wrong with this human? Was he touched in the head? "Build your own fire! And I ain't got nothing for you!"

He had slung the more important of his belongings over his shoulders by now, so he was ready to book it if things got more dangerous, which they soon would. Before Kamilo's eyes, his fire was extinguished by some fast projectile, and he heard others crashing down not far away. Before he could figure out what was happening, the cliff began to shake and move. The kitsune glanced toward the items he hadn't collected yet, and in an instant made the decision to leave them and run toward more stable land.

"On second thought, you can keep all that!" he shouted toward Jean as he tried to sprint to safety, leaving the human to help himself however he saw fit.