Flame god!

[Topography of Zigaan-> A village surrounded by mountains on four sides like a valley but had small floating masses of land, equivalent to a small island]

The civilians evacuated to higher grounds while the soldiers pushed back the hoard. The bridge connecting the floating masses of land, were narrow and swung to and fro as people rushed along pushing back each other. The bridges were built out of wood like a staircase but were unsteady when put under a lot of pressure since they were connected with strong ropes like in a classic bridge.

"Don't break please," were the people's thoughts as they stumbled upon each stair, for it made a creaking sound with every foot that came in contact.

Approximately twenty meters high from the current ground level, this mass of land floated above a bottomless abyss. A fall would lead you straight to the depths of earth. It lied on the edge of the village which held a jail for the convicts. With nowhere else to run people rushed to the only feasible place which was separate from the mainland. 

[At the entrance of the bridge: Vilson's unit evacuating people ]

Amy: One by one everyone. Don't push each other.

Dash: There is not enough space for all of them.

Levi: Just keep them going. We'll see what we can do when that happens.

Luna: [in a silent voice] Didn't you guys heard Sir Vilson's orders we need to secure Sir Heath. 

Dash: [in a serious tone]: We can't leave them on their own they'll create a ruckus.

Luna: But-

"Dash is right I made a blunder, Heath is losing control again, stay at your location, evacuate the people to safety. We'll handle situation here somehow," said Vilson using telepathy.

[The combat site]

"But how do I do that," murmured Vilson with a frown on his face.

The Archery unit was still taking out the dead but it wasn't of much help. 

Nord was getting pummeled on the ground, he was lying there taking the blows, it was clear that he had lost consciousness.

"He'll die at this rate," Vilson thought to himself.

Lark: I am putting up the mist and then I'll sneak behind the anomality. 

"Huhh!! What are you gonna do then, TICKLE HIM!!," yelled Vilson clenching his fists.

"Your spear is useless against him, didn't you realize it the last time." continued Vilson.

"Do you have a better plan then!!" yelled Lark back. 

Just as they were arguing, they heard a huge blast. They turned back, burning pieces of corpses rained from the sky and at a distance they saw a man blazing with fire.

It was Heath! his fists were burning with dark red flame along with his hairs, his clothes were half burnt, his pupils dilated covering whole of his eyes. He punched through the corpses with speed beyond human senses.

To Vilson and Lark, it appeared as if heath walked through the crowd and the dead propelled themselves backward ablaze with fire. It appeared as if even their dead bones could feel the heat of heath's rage. 

Heath moved slowly one step at a time towards the necromancer, who tried to back off but his feet gave off. He fell on the ground looking at the Flame god. He screamed, but the dead crowd didn't move a muscle. They stiffened as though they feared their life to be taken away although they had none. His face which bore an ominous smirk before was now engraved with fear.

Heath walked slowly towards the necromancer who was now trying to crawl away. Heath stopped him in his path lifting him from his neck smashing him back into the ground, creating a pit with the impact. Heath then sat on his chest and started punching his face as hard as he could grunting with anger, the necromancer tried to stop him by scratching his face, but his body was too hot to even touch. He wiggled his hand, making pitiful sounds as if he was crying, but it all fell on deaf ears.

The sound of heath's punches reached the anomality, he stopped pummeling Nord and looked in Heath's direction.

Flames burst with each of his punch and soon the necromancer's pitiful struggle stopped. With this the dead fell on the ground, but it wasn't enough to stop heath. He continued thrashing the necromancer's face until it was reduced to a pulp with only his neck sticking out. Splatter of fluids from the necromancer's face covered heath's face. 

Lark and Vilson stood there with blank expressions. Nord who had somewhat regained consciousness looked at anomality's face and then following his line of vision saw heath going berserk. 

"Looking cool, huh" whispered Nord under his breath.

"We need to stop him,' said Vilson.

"How?" questioned Lark.

They were in a disarray, when someone crashed before heath.

[Rein enters the scene]

"He's dead, you can stop now," said Rein.

Heath stopped his fist midair, glanced at Rein stood on his feet and started walking towards him.

The anomality saw rein and lunged towards him, roaring as if seeking for revenge and as it was just about to close on him, Rein took a piece of iron from inner pocket of his shrug and flicked it towards anomality. The piece of iron was as small as a coin, but as soon as it left rein's hand it grew to the size of a boulder and blasted the anomality away.

Rein: [sighs] [looking towards Heath] You're not going to stop are you.

Heath continues walking towards Rein with eyes completely black and expression vividly depicting anger.

Rein: I'll have to kill you then!