The ranger panted heavily, staggering a bit as he tried to think through the haze of anger. He was so angry that his hands felt hot.... too hot. Looking down, he saw that they were smoking, glowing like burning embers. He grinned as the sensation grew, thrilling in the pain and anger, welcoming it and allowing it to fill him. Hurling his hand as if throwing a ball, he sent an orb of flame at the cave's entrance. The orb itself was fueled by power, but the flames it produced were simple, normal flames that would burn like regular fire. The orb planted in the sand at the entrance of the small cave. Flames licked at the stones, climbing up the walls of the cave until there was a massive wall of flame, growing steadily. The orb remained there, pouring out flames ceaselessly.<br/><br/>After hurling the orb, the ranger stalked toward the boy, eyes black as coal. He placed himself between the kid and the cave's exit, advancing toward him to drive him back deeper into the small cave.