Flings bookcase

Little things could be fixed or handled later. I flew up, grabbed a bookcase, and used a pulse of my strength to haul it over. It crashed down with enough force to create gaps between floorboards where there hadn't been any. There were books and papers on it, but the bookcase was metal, and with any luck it would interrupt the flow of fire across the accelerant. It might buy time, if the fire came from the hallway, or if the fire was traveling from here to the hallway.


I flew to the window, my mouth still covered.


No sign of anyone outside, no flame, no lighter being used or match being struck.

- Blinding 11.3