[ WP ] Lets get pumped up .

“ Thievery, my foolish foppish friend, is the last refuge of a delinquent. ” 
 
 Floating, arms crossed in a dark blue robe, was High Professor Montgomery. A bluish fire allowed him to levitate, and he extended his arm out, palm up, “ this is your one chance to return the Institute ’ s property. ” His tone was even, but the reddish fire emanating out of his eyes threatened incineration. 
 
 This impervious prick would never suspect that one of the students attending his prestigious institution would steal from it. Dressed as a stereotypical thief, Dryllen Snoddington wore a black mask and a black cape and dark grey pantaloons and matching overcoat. He had on his utility belt, attached by carabiner, his prize: a golden cat statue with green gems for eyes. 
 
 Caught outside the institution, standing on the peak of a red pottery tiled roof of a tavern, Dry knew his chances were slim, but he had heard the fire mage had bad eyesight. Dry threw dust into the air, trying to blind the mage, but the mage cast fire directly at him almost instantly, lighting up and exploding some pottery on the roof of the building. Dry dropped, sliding down the angled tavern roof, over its bumpy surface, just barely managing to escape directly being fried. His cape was trailing flames. He just, by his fingertips, managed to dangle on the edge of the gutter for a split second before falling onto his legs and butt in front of the tavern ’ s swinging doors. Intense pain crippled him on the ground. 
 
 Screaming tavern patrons were already fleeing, running around Dryllen. An extremely distraught tavern owner started screaming, sticking his head out a window. 
 
 “ What the fuck are you doing? I just bought this tavern! ” the owner screamed invective at the mage. 
 
 The mage was floating above the entrance of the tavern where chaos and trampling was taking place. The roof had lingering flames crawling over it. 
 
 “ Proprietor, attend to your business. I have a thief to educate. Judiciously. ” The mage ’ s words were barely loud enough to be heard by Dryllen, let alone the tavern owner. 
 
 In his head, panicking, Dry clutched onto the leg of a running person, only managing to get his hand kicked. Dry looked up to the bluish floating flames and the hands of High Professor Montgomery, preparing to kill him for his crime. 
 
 “ Any last words, criminal scum? ” sneered the mage. 
 
 Dryllen had nothing to say, nothing to save him from this obviously powerful magical being. 
 
 A shot glass spun in the air and cracked into the side of Montgomery ’ s head. Tinkling glass broke onto the ground. The heat on the street wavered and then intensified, and flames were springing up all over the ground. 
 
 “ WHO. THE FUCK. THREW THAT? ” Montgomery ’ s baleful fire eyes spun towards the tavern, where the owner ’ s head ducked down. The mage began summoning something powerful enough to raze the entire place. 
 
 Dryllen grabbed his weighted garrote and somersaulted under the blue flames of Montgomery, who was distracted. Throwing it in the air and around the neck of the mage. Dryllen pulled with all his strength, dragging the mage from his perch of blueish flame down onto the cobbles with him. The mage kicked and spasmed, and Dry was sure that they were both on fire, but he just kept pulling. 
 
 Dryllen didn ’ t know if he had killed the mage, but the fire stopped searing him and the mage slumped over the thief. 
 
 He pushed off the body and staggering, left the scene, tearing off his cinder of a cape, barely managing to ensure he patted the cat statue, it was probably scuffed or damaged, but it was still a worthy prize, for theft, arson and murder or battery. 

