What Would Happen

Essenla clenched her teeth so hard they felt like they would crack, the pain almost too much to bear. Meanwhile, the goblin ran around in a panic like a chicken with its head cut off, completely unable to do anything.

"Put it out, put it out!" he screamed madly. "Don't let it spread!"

But spread it did.

Using Essenla and the mutant as the starting line, the flame caught on the tall grass around them and raced outward. Essenla's eyes widened in alarm when she realized that they were quickly making their way to Morne, and her legs strained as she tried to step forward.

After several seconds of pulling and tugging against the spores in her blood for control of her own body, she staggered forward as it all suddenly vanished. She ran face-first into the mutant's giant chest, and looked up through the fire to see it staring blankly forward.