Blaze glares at the bubbling pot, stirring with intense focus.
"Listen, Blaze...I know what it's like...the flames are your only ally..."
lets out a bitter laugh "Your knowledge is weak. The flames, they're my enemies now. My only allies are the spices and heat that burn!"
"...and yet...you still cook..."
slams the pot down on the counter "Cooking is my revenge! I'll show these damn Shapers what real fire tastes like!"
"And when you're done...what then?"
leans in close, his eyes burning with determination "Then, I'll burn this entire clan to the ground. All of them. And I'll start with the one who put me in this hellhole."
"The Elder Council...they seek peace...but your story....it's different..."
smirks, his voice dripping with venom "Peace? Don't make me laugh. The Elder Council doesn't understand the power of fire.
"It's not just power....but control..."
snarls "Control? The only thing I control is the flame that dances in front of me. The rest of you are just pawns in my game."
"A dangerous game you're playing..."
laughs maniacally "Dangerous? This is just the beginning, my friend. Get ready to witness the true power of fire!"
"The true power...of fire...or your own fears?"
grins wickedly "Oh, it's both. But let's not forget, this fire was birthed out of pain and vengeance. It's hungry, just like me."
"And I'm guessing the Shapers added fuel to that fire..."
As Blaze's rage grows, he accidentally knocks over a jar of spices, causing a massive explosion in the kitchen. The blast sends BattleTrain flying against the wall, knocking him unconscious. Blaze, barely conscious from the force of the explosion, struggles to his feet and stumbles towards the door, determined to escape the chaos he has created. As he makes his way through the smoke-filled corridors of the Shaper Clan's stronghold, he hears a faint voice calling out to him. It's BattleTrain, struggling to regain consciousness amidst the rubble and debris. Blaze hesitates for a moment, torn between his desire for revenge and the unexpected bond forming between them.
coughs, groaning in pain "Blaze...you alright?"
rushes back towards BattleTrain, helping him to his feet "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just a little singed around the edges."
brushes off the concern "It's nothing I can't handle. Just a small mishap. You know how it is with these fiery experiments."
"Still...we should get out of here...before it collapses..."
grinning "Always the cautious one, aren't you? Fine, let's get out of here before it crumbles on top of us."
"Cautious...I suppose...after all....I am half-dragon."
smirks "Well, lucky for us, I know a secret escape route. Follow me, and keep up."
grunts, limping behind Blaze "Lead the way, boss...just...need a minute."
leading the way through the secret passage "No time for rest, BattleTrain. We need to put some distance between us and the Shapers."
"Right...right..." grunts, struggling to keep pace
turns to BattleTrain, smirking "You know, for a dragon, you're not very strong. Guess all that fire has made you soft."