[...You know, one would think, when confronted with something like this, that they'd say something equally pithy in return - that there would be some sort of comeback, or at the very least possible last words that are at least going to leave something of an impression.]
Oh, fucking really -
[Unfortunately, Kimbley is not one for pithy one-liners.
God, he knows what's coming as soon as the glass breaks; that is, in fact, a large blue fireball that's going to spread hard and fast, scorching the hell out of the floor and catching easily on his clothing - it's both fortunate and not that he's wearing so many layers (it protects his skin a bit longer, for one thing, but encourages the burn for another) and to his credit he doesn't scream, per se.
At least not until the blaze picks up, after that it's more or less involuntary.]
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Oh, fucking really -
[Unfortunately, Kimbley is not one for pithy one-liners.
God, he knows what's coming as soon as the glass breaks; that is, in fact, a large blue fireball that's going to spread hard and fast, scorching the hell out of the floor and catching easily on his clothing - it's both fortunate and not that he's wearing so many layers (it protects his skin a bit longer, for one thing, but encourages the burn for another) and to his credit he doesn't scream, per se.
At least not until the blaze picks up, after that it's more or less involuntary.]