Although it had been almost a year since his blood had proved that Mitch had a "talent" with fire, none of what he had experienced in the past several months could have prepared him for seeing the swirling inferno outside the mansion. With Lucifer's proclamation still echoing in the redhead's mind, he ran outside with a reckless desperation.
He covered his mouth with his shirt as the hot air of the flames touched his face. His skin began to sweat, but other than that, the heat didn't bother him. 'Looks like I can handle fire this hot', he thought. After forcing himself to slow down, he made a decision and headed towards the barn.
The dry wooden beams made great fuel. Judging by the state the barn was in, it looked like it could fall in at any moment. He dodged a charging horse, which raced towards the mansion with blind fear in its eyes. The teen couldn't deal with panicking animals, but he could deal with the fire.
Mitch reached out his hand towards the wall and "caused" the fire to retreat, leaving a small space of charred, smoking, black wood behind. It was only a slightly better effect than water because there was plenty else of the barn still burning. Still not completely discourged, he tore his shirt and soaked it in a nearby water trough before re-covering his mouth. Immunity to the flames was one thing; immunity to the smoke was quite another.
He looked up at the roof and tried to prepare himself for going inside. The cries of the animals around him was absolutely chilling and sent his heart pounding. But they couldn't be helped unless someone did something, so Mitch started to walk straight inside, unbothered by the fire at his heels. With a raise of his free hand, he did his best to conquer the fire with his powers.