And then there was fire.
Fire bled from him; fell from his eyes, slid from his mouth.
It dripped from his very pores.
The force of the blast threw him easily and drove him into the ground. He felt as though his bones had suddenly become shards of glass for is teemed as though everything had been jolted from its place within him and the razor edges were driven into his skin. He tried to shout, but nothing came out, only closing his eyes and plunged into blackness. Six minutes until irreparable damage.
He was falling, the pull of gravity centered just below his shoulder blades, a slight pull dragging him ever deeper into the bottomless abyss that had opened up beneath him. There seemed to be a sudden heaviness that had placed itself upon his chest; a slight tightness that spread itself across his front originating in the cracks of his deformed sternum. It slowly seeped its fingers into his lungs