<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/Lockepick/Character%20Pictures/6a21af32a17878f019a4f3228520d5ea_zpsbqemsem3.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name:</strong></td><td>Honua Ko</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong></td><td>Tonberry Tavern</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagged:</strong></td><td>Open</td></tr><tr><td><strong>HP:</strong></td><td>28 / 28</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/>Honua had followed the group out into what was quickly becoming a larger affair than he imagined. The battle had erupted in the streets and things were quickly appearing out of hand. Whatever claim that Cid had made, whether correct or not, was not worthy of the attempts to silence him. If Honua was looking for evidence, the fact that the guard had gone so far to keep him from talking, as well as the unnatural glint in the guard's eyes, had proven enough.<br/><br/>Honua moved out towards Cid, who was the best source of answers, as well as in the most danger. His thin cloth coat fluttered open in the front to expose his tanned chest and stomach and the loose fitting pants. He tensed his hands into tighter fists, gloves creaking, and eat step he took seemed to leave steam in the wake. It would be easy to blame the growing heat in the air on the thrill of battle until it became sweltering. Honua threw his hand out, the steaming footprints getting connected by a crack in the cobblestone and earth, splitting as cleanly as if a knife had cut through them. Heat rushed up as the earth exhaled hot steam. Honua gestured towards the ground behind him and thrust his hand up, spinning with the motion, a gout of hot lava coming from the ground and flying into the sky before coalescing into a sphere. Honua threw his hand forward and the globe burst, sending obedient hot fire and lava out to hit the groups of guards. The earth sealed itself back up as if nothing had happened, but the battlefield was still sweltering like a hot sauna.