"Unhand me!" A young man was shouting, and trying to pull free from four guards holding him securely now, two more holding swords at ready. "I am Assan Delain. Alchemist and here to help! Unhand me!" As he shouted, there was a small smoking spot on the ground, 5 feet wide blackened spot that was still raising up smoke, the stone ground shattered and the nearby animals spooked.<br/><br/>"I told the guard not to try and take that, hey, you cant!" He shouted as a guard pulled something off the strange vest, a small metal ball. There were remnants of a thin metal ball's surface splintered on the ground it seemed, like a broken eggshell, where the first blast mark lay.