Just as one of the fuses finally sparked to life, it suddenly went out again a second later as though pinched and snuffed. The air around Six stirred, circling him before gusting out in the direction of the children who were so intent on testing his patience. The snow around them kicked up, spraying them with thick flakes and slush, distracting them for the moment.

Six would feel a slight buzzing at the back of his mind - an invitation to accept an incoming telepathic message.

'Mind yourself and your emotions. Those brats almost caused you to ignite a pile of these fireworks.'

Invisible to human eyes and standing about an arm's length from Six, Dezel reached up with one hand to adjust his hat, mouth drawn into a bared tooth frown of sorts as he continued to use the wind to distract the kids and hopefully coax them into departing.