Strangely enough, Bones did not respond well to be cursed at, and called names... Of course, in the rage he was quickly rising into, Bones likely would not even have responded well to him being nice and calming... But his words certainly did little to help... The broken bottles also proved to incense him more, especially when the tip of one caught and cut open Bones left cheek on his face, making him roar in pain at him. With even more fury and rage, Bones actually started coming faster, thinking of nothing but tearing the man in half... Bones did not notice as he tried to sidestepped, caused a commotion, and started a roaring inferno... He just kept coming... Luckily though, this had helped, and Bones would likely only give him a glancing blow, catching him on the shoulder and side with most of his mass, knocking the man to the side, and spinning away from Bones, and inadvertently, away from the fire. Though he would still hit pretty hard, and that entire side he had been coming at would feel like it had been smashed by a falling tree. But he would be a bit farther from the growing flames, and would not have been shattered to bits, like a direct hit might have done... But Bones kept going regardless of the hit, instead smashing into a wall, and more importantly, one of the main support beams for that wall... With a resounding cracking sound, Bones would collide with it, breaking it near the middle, and sending cracks up and down its length to the ground and roof. Bones would stand up, his entire body sore, and in pain, possibly something sprained, and would have a million bruises the next day... But blessedly nothing seemed broken, and the pain had shocked him out of his rage... Though he would likely need to get checked out, might find out he had broken a rib or two... Or at least sprained them along with other parts of his body... He had hit that solid beam pretty hard... He got up, to see the flame spreading on one side, and heard a groan and another crack, as the entire wall near him barely supported itself... And the pillar he had hit shook, sending another crack sprouting, out across the ceiling... That was so not good... A door, that was what he needed... Heck, a window would work... He slid away his gladius, only now recalling he was still holding it, and quickly made his way for the door... He needed to get out... |