Shit, this chick was a spitfire. Though just play for him, this hunt was heating up, and not in a way the creature generally preferred. The interior of the labyrinth was actually on fire in several places, the unfortunate mirrors smudged with char and in a few places, beginning to melt.
The mental tableau of her fear was coming into better focus by the second. A sneering, angular face. Teeth so perfect they were almost disturbing. Lightning everywhere. Too much green. Why green? And a wolf. No, not a wolf. Thoughts of one, like an echo. Maybe a childhood pet?
Wendigo.
Alright. The jig was up, and this fire shit was starting to singe his proverbial ass hairs anyway. Fun wasn’t supposed to be this … flammable. Most of the time. There was a long pause in which his half-human mind struggled with trying to recall how to communicate a cease fire. The pregnant silence in the mirror silence was punctuated by a heat-warped mirror sluicing from the wall and crashing loudly against the floor.
“Yeeeeessssss” the creature breathed.
The lights in the labyrinth flickered on. Half a minute later, James emerged from behind a mirrored trick door into the hall, a towel slung over the back of his neck, zipping his pants. Charred or not, the labyrinth was his second home. He wasn’t about to be formal here.
“Whaddyou want?’ He arched a brow at the stranger, sizing her up before his now very human blue eyes settled on the flame still dancing in her hands.