Fate, Drake had decided, just wanted to see him back in the tender mercies of white mages. He wasn't sure how it had gotten into the city - he'd never actually seen a Bomb away from the wilderness - but it was, and he had the unfortunate luck to run into it. Almost literally.
He managed to very gentlemanly allow the bomb to toss him back. His brand new tunic - a very nice dark burgundy one he'd gotten on sale - was smoldering and his back hurt from the impact on the cobblestone. "You have got to be kidding me," he muttered, patting the flames out and getting to his feet. "First vegetables, now flaming rocks? What did I do to deserve this?" He shook his head and regarded the bomb.
It was flaming, which meant fire elemental. And fire, he knew, was weak against water. Which, as his luck would have it, was the one element he couldn't recreate with chi alone. And it didn't seem like there were any handy buckets full of it laying around, either. Close hand-to-hand combat was going to hurt, and it was going to hurt a lot, but that was really all that he had at his disposal.
"Head towards the center of the city," he called out to the surrounding people. He wasn't sure how well he'd be heeded, or heard, really, but it was the best he could do. He sent out a quick network message, letting the citizens know to avoid this part of the town, and letting the Councils know what was going on. But he couldn't afford to wait for back up.
He took a deep breath, said a quick prayer that Darius wasn't too busy today, and charged forward.