[i]Marcia indeed could perceive power - in fact, she literally felt it. Drawn to the flame like a buzzing moth, the young girl turned towards the general direction and location of Fenrir, her feet beginning to carry her towards him while thoughts raced into her head. Clearly, she wanted the fire; the burning flame within the man. She would attempt to take it.[/i]

[i]Fenrir walked a street not to far, perhaps three streets over. He seemed oblivious to the weather, grimacing as he had been reminiscing over old memories in the woods with a rather depressing figure. His thoughts were his own however, and he would not let them control him. He fought the urge to dive, and to burn through Hell in Righteous Fury. He felt this world yet needed him...[/i]

[i]Meanwhile, Marcia had only stealthily trailed behind Fenrir the entire time, her mouth slightly gaping open as if...as if she hungered for whatever power he held. It was a disturbing sight; seeing the young, calm girl turn into something much, much worse, almost like a zombie.[/i] [i]As she drew closer and closer, her pace quickened, before she began literally sprinting towards Fenrir. The look of frees was still upon the young girl's face as she began literally charging at him - and hopefully, it would become evident to Fenrir that he was not alone.[/i]

[i]She didn't even register it, it moved so fast. All she knew was that one second, she had been charging the large man from the back, and the next, she'd been flying through the air, her mouth bleeding and her head spun wickedly. Not enough to break her spine, but she would certainly suffer whiplash. She saw him standing, his right hand extended, his body facing the direction she had come from. He had pimp-slapped her with the back of his hand. The man began to approach her crumpled form on the ground, an aura of blue flame surrounding him, streaming from him. His eyes blazed, trailing tails of flame. His face was still set in a grimace, and that was when she remembered, it had been snowing earlier. This rain should have been snow, but something...or someone? Seemed to be emitting such heat that for a large radius, the snow was melted into rain.[/i]

[i]As Marcia laid upon the soaked earth and mud beneath her, blood trickling out of her mouth, she only saw the flaming outline of the man stand in front of her, a look of utmost terror crossing her young face as she attempted to crawl back, and away from him. Even then, her senses were amazingly fuzzy and almost non-existent, and she was already about to black out. The pain, the sudden shock...Marcia wasn't even capable of performing spells due to how badly she was shocked by the pimpslap. [/i]

[i]He stopped upon seeing the change in the girl. Earlier, when she so recklessly charged his back, he'd felt something malignant, something that would consume until it burst, or there was nothing left to consume but itself. Now though... Now she seemed to have come to her senses, even as she blacked out. He sighed, his head dropping his chin to his chest. He thought for a moment, the spoke.[/i] "[b]I don't know if you can hear me, and I very much doubt you can understand me, but I'll say it all the same. I'm sorry. I don't know what afflicts you, but it's not your fault, you're too different from that...thing I felt.[/b]" [i]He glances around, before spotting what he needs. He approaches, his fire extinguishing completely. After a second or two, the rain stops, and a few seconds after that, snow begin to fall. Fenrir squats next to the girl, checking if she's conscious, or if she can move.[/i]

[i]A slight twitching. The widening of blinded eyes. Then, a gasp of fear escaping her mouth, as Marcia stared into the face of Fenrir. She remained silent, listening to Fenrir before...responding quietly, blood still dripping from her mouth and onto the ground beneath her.[/i] [u]"I-I-I'm sorry, I..."[/u] [i]In truth, she was terrified of Fenrir at the moment; her thin body quivered with fear as she remained upon the dirt, her head against the mud.[/i]

[i]Fenrir walked up, crouched, and lifted the girl from the dirt. Despite her constant struggling in his arms, he easily carried the dazed girl down the street. As the snows began to fall, he took her to a nearby inn, entering and leaving her on the couch while he approached the desk to get her a room. She still protested while he did this, weakly trying to get up and run, but he kept an eye on it. Finally, he was given the keys to an available room after telling the inn-keep what had happened. He also told him that a doctor may come through, and to give the doc a key when he arrived. He picked the girl up again, carting her to the room, and setting her on the bed to rest. With the phone-thing next to the bed, he contacted the doctor, telling him what the situation was and where the girl was resting. The doctor ended the call after he transferred credits to the man's bank account, coming for a broken jaw and a concussion.[/i]