After hearing about the beach from Dorian and Morana, Mitch was curious about the place. As he was going to check it out, he cut through the section of woods he remembered seeing Morana take one morning. The firestarter knew that Niflheim eyes were on Asgard, so he figured it was better to go through the forest, being a more convenient area to hide than out in the open.
A gust of sudden wind caught Mitch's attention a few moments later. Strange weather wasn't uncommon in this world, but he found himself looking towards its source anyway.
Several yards away, there was some freakishly tall, dark-haired man. He was standing in front of Sal in some sort of face-off. That would have been more than enough of a reason to high-tail it, except that behind Sal, there was a small, huddled figure.
Morana.
The wind had quieted, but the entire moment seemed to be eerily silent in Mitchell's head. He didn't hear if Sal or the strange dude said anything to each other; all he saw was a teammate in trouble, and he was off, a blurr through the trees.
The spell was done before Mitch rushed in and slammed into Sal, the redhead's shoulder solidly hitting its intended target.
[ooc: Thank you for waiting, guys~ I have third thread permission from Mod Lady, p.s. ;D]