By the time his senshi rescuer had reached him, Faustite had given up on speech. The firecraft General forced his body onward, walked on whatever mangled parts were still attached to him, an ankle burning hotter than his own core. Concern in the youth's face turned to trepidation when she watched him start to walk.
Risking burns, she caught his upper arms in hers and drew the ruined fire back, and she cautioned him, and she learned that fire knew only temerity and understood nothing of restraint. She was elbowed in the ribs, and she was forced to restrain someone who exceeded her rank. Then she stole this broken General back to Negaspace, where he belonged.
tatterpixie
Thank you for the RP! It was super fun, and I look forward to them encountering each other again!!